|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Gorgias by Plato:
the risk of a voyage or the trouble of business?--But they will, to have
the wealth for the sake of which they go on a voyage.
SOCRATES: And is not this universally true? If a man does something for
the sake of something else, he wills not that which he does, but that for
the sake of which he does it.
SOCRATES: And are not all things either good or evil, or intermediate and
POLUS: To be sure, Socrates.
SOCRATES: Wisdom and health and wealth and the like you would call goods,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner:
ride over master, so I carried him there.' He grinned at me again. It was
as though he said, 'You and I are comrades. I have lain in a road, too. I
know all about it.'
"When I turned my head from him I saw the earth, so pure after the rain, so
green, so fresh, so blue; and I was a drunken carrier, whom his leader had
picked up in the mud, and laid at the roadside to sleep out his drink. I
remember my old life, and I remember you. I saw how, one day, you would
read in the papers: 'A German carrier, named Waldo Farber, was killed
through falling from his wagon, being instantly crushed under the wheel.
Deceased was supposed to have been drunk at the time of the accident.'
There are those notices in the paper every month. I sat up, and I took the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf:
her own feet as by some invisible means, to the top of a high hill.
Here the scents, the sounds among the dry heather-roots, the
grass-blades pressed upon the palm of her hand, were all so
perceptible that she could experience each one separately. After this
her mind made excursions into the dark of the air, or settled upon the
surface of the sea, which could be discovered over there, or with
equal unreason it returned to its couch of bracken beneath the stars
of midnight, and visited the snow valleys of the moon. These fancies
would have been in no way strange, since the walls of every mind are
decorated with some such tracery, but she found herself suddenly
pursuing such thoughts with an extreme ardor, which became a desire to