| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Concerning Christian Liberty by Martin Luther: wish not to be challenged; but, being challenged, I will not be
dumb in the cause of Christ my Master. For your Blessedness will
be able by one short and easy word to call these controversies
before you and suppress them, and to impose silence and peace on
both sides--a word which I have ever longed to hear.
Therefore, Leo, my Father, beware of listening to those sirens
who make you out to be not simply a man, but partly a god, so
that you can command and require whatever you will. It will not
happen so, nor will you prevail. You are the servant of servants,
and more than any other man, in a most pitiable and perilous
position. Let not those men deceive you who pretend that you are
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: Thy wine doth purify the golden honey; thy perfume.
Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs
Revives the milked cow, & tames the fire-breathing steed.
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun:
I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky.
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: him most of what was left of the biscuits, emptied our flasks,
and advised him to sleep, but at first it was too cold, albeit I
wrapped the big fur rug around him.
I was struck now by the flushed weariness of his face, and the
look of age the grey stubble on his unshaved chin gave him. He
sat crumpled up, shivering and coughing, munching reluctantly,
but drinking eagerly, and whimpering a little, a dreadfully
pitiful figure to me. But we had to go through with it; there
was no way out for us.
Presently the sun rose over the pines, and the sand grew rapidly
warm. My uncle had done eating, and sat with his wrists resting
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