|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare:
A plague a both the Houses, I am sped:
Is he gone and hath nothing?
Ben. What art thou hurt?
Mer. I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry 'tis inough,
Where is my Page? go Villaine fetch a Surgeon
Rom. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much
Mer. No: 'tis not so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a
Church doore, but 'tis inough, 'twill serue: aske for me to
morrow, and you shall find me a graue man. I am pepper'd
I warrant, for this world: a plague a both your houses.
What, a Dog, a Rat, a Mouse, a Cat to scratch a man to
Romeo and Juliet
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw:
vile results is that it is an automatic system which is as little
understood by those who profit by it in money as by those who are
starved and degraded by it: our millionaires and statesmen are
manifestly no more "captains of industry" or scientific politicians
than our bookmakers are mathematicians. For some time past a
significant word has been coming into use as a substitute for Destiny,
Fate, and Providence. It is "The Machine": the machine that has no
god in it. Why do governments do nothing in spite of reports of Royal
Commissions that establish the most frightful urgency? Why do our
philanthropic millionaires do nothing, though they are ready to throw
bucketfuls of gold into the streets? The Machine will not let them.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
enrage it still further. But he misunderstood me, thinking
that I had ordered him to fire.
With the report of his rifle the tiger stopped short in
apparent surprise, then turned and bit savagely at its
shoulder for an instant, after which it wheeled again toward
Delcarte, issuing the most terrific roars and screams, and
launched itself, with incredible speed, toward the brave
fellow, who now stood his ground pumping bullets from his
automatic rifle as rapidly as the weapon would fire.
Taylor and I also opened up on the creature, and as it was
broadside to us it offered a splendid target, though for all