|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner:
in the same moment Muller and the physician passed through the
dining-room. Johann hurried into the bedroom to open the
window-shutters, and the others gathered in the doorway. A single
look showed each of the men that the bed was untouched, and they
passed on through the room. The door from the bedroom to the study
stood open. In the latter room the shutters were tightly closed,
and the lamp had long since gone out. But sufficient light fell
through the open bedroom door for the men to see the figure of the
Professor seated at his desk, and when Johann had opened the
shutters, it was plain to all that the silent figure before them
was that of a corpse.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad:
I suppose he meant the inheritance of all the gifts that make up an
irresistible fascination - a great personality. Such women are not
born often. Most of them lack opportunities. They never develop.
They end obscurely. Here and there one survives to make her mark
even in history. . . . And even that is not a very enviable fate.
They are at another pole from the so-called dangerous women who are
merely coquettes. A coquette has got to work for her success. The
others have nothing to do but simply exist. You perceive the view
I take of the difference?"
I perceived the view. I said to myself that nothing in the world
could be more aristocratic. This was the slave-owning woman who
The Arrow of Gold
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche:
lacerated my bowels and cut into my heart!
And there was spoken unto me for the last time: "O Zarathustra, thy fruits
are ripe, but thou art not ripe for thy fruits!
So must thou go again into solitude: for thou shalt yet become mellow."--
And again was there a laughing, and it fled: then did it become still
around me, as with a double stillness. I lay, however, on the ground, and
the sweat flowed from my limbs.
--Now have ye heard all, and why I have to return into my solitude.
Nothing have I kept hidden from you, my friends.
But even this have ye heard from me, WHO is still the most reserved of men
--and will be so!
Thus Spake Zarathustra