|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter:
perhaps get something like a proportion between the different
periods. That is to say, half a million years for
the purely animal man in his different forms and grades of
evolution. Then somewhere towards the end of palaeolithic
or commencement of neolithic times Self-consciousness dimly
beginning and, after some 10,000 years of slow germination
and pre-historic culture, culminating in the actual historic
period and the dawn of civilization 40 or 50 centuries ago,
and to-day (we hope), reaching the climax which precedes
or foretells its abatement and transformation.
 Though Dr. Arthur Keith, Ancient Types of Man (1911), pp. 93
Pagan and Christian Creeds
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Another Study of Woman by Honore de Balzac:
Lord Dudley's lovely daughter.
"During the campaign of 1812," General de Montriveau began, "I was the
involuntary cause of a terrible disaster which may be of use to you,
Doctor Bianchon," turning to me, "since, while devoting yourself to
the human body, you concern yourself a good deal with the mind; it may
tend to solve some of the problems of the will.
"I was going through my second campaign; I enjoyed danger, and laughed
at everything, like the young and foolish lieutenant of artillery that
I was. When we reached the Beresina, the army had, as you know, lost
all discipline, and had forgotten military obedience. It was a medley
of men of all nations, instinctively making their way from north to
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Weir of Hermiston by Robert Louis Stevenson:
into the consultation? Little wonder if a'body's talking, when ye make
a'body yer confidants! But as you say, Mr. Weir, - most kindly, most
considerately, most truly, I'm sure, - I have naething to do with it.
And I think I'll better be going. I'll be wishing you good evening, Mr.
Weir." And she made him a stately curtsey, shaking as she did so from
head to foot, with the barren ecstasy of temper.
Poor Archie stood dumbfounded. She had moved some steps away from him
before he recovered the gift of articulate speech.
"Kirstie!" he cried. "O, Kirstie woman!"
There was in his voice a ring of appeal, a clang of mere astonishment
that showed the schoolmaster was vanquished.