|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Cratylus by Plato:
For he says that man is the measure of all things, and that things are to
me as they appear to me, and that they are to you as they appear to you.
Do you agree with him, or would you say that things have a permanent
essence of their own?
HERMOGENES: There have been times, Socrates, when I have been driven in my
perplexity to take refuge with Protagoras; not that I agree with him at
SOCRATES: What! have you ever been driven to admit that there was no such
thing as a bad man?
HERMOGENES: No, indeed; but I have often had reason to think that there
are very bad men, and a good many of them.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine and Mucedorus by William Shakespeare:
not so great, that may declare unto you the sorrowful sobs
and broken sleeps, that I suffered for your sake; and
therefore I desire you to receive me into your familiarity.
For your love doth lie,
As near and as nigh
Unto my heart within,
As mine eye to my nose,
My leg unto my hose,
And my flesh unto my skin.
Truly, Master Strumbo, you speak too learnedly for me
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini:
steel rang on steel, and pistol-shots cracked here and there to the
accompaniment of voices, raised some in anger, some in pain. But it
was soon over, and a comparative stillness succeeded.
A voice called up from the darkness under the windows to know if His
Majesty was safe. There had been a plot to take him; but the
ambuscaders had been ambuscaded in their turn, and not a man of them
remained - which was hardly exact, for under a laurel bush, scarce
daring to breathe, lay Sir Rowland Blake, livid with fear and fury,
and bleeding from a rapier scratch in the cheek, but otherwise unhurt.
In the room above, Monmouth had sunk wearily into his chair upon hearing
of the design there had been against his life. A deep, bitter melancholy