|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau:
my head in atmospheres unknown to my feet is perennial and
constant. The highest that we can attain to is not Knowledge, but
Sympathy with Intelligence. I do not know that this higher
knowledge amounts to anything more definite than a novel and
grand surprise on a sudden revelation of the insufficiency of all
that we called Knowledge before--a discovery that there are more
things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy.
It is the lighting up of the mist by the sun. Man cannot KNOW in
any higher sense than this, any more than he can look serenely
and with impunity in the face of the sun: "You will not perceive
that, as perceiving a particular thing," say the Chaldean
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An International Episode by Henry James:
What is a poor unprotected American woman to do in a country
where she is liable to have that sort of thing said to her?"
"You seem to get hold of some very queer old ladies;
I compliment you on your acquaintance!" Percy Beaumont exclaimed.
"If you are trying to bring me to admit that London is an
odious place, you'll not succeed. I'm extremely fond of it,
and I think it the jolliest place in the world."
"Pour vous autres. I never said the contrary," Mrs. Westgate retorted.
I make use of this expression, because both interlocutors had begun
to raise their voices. Percy Beaumont naturally did not like to hear
his country abused, and Mrs. Westgate, no less naturally, did not like
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson:
Dick, slipped off, plumped into the moat, and was instantly
It had served its purpose. The marksmen had had time to see the
willow, and Dick ensconced among its boughs; and though the lad
instantly sprang higher up the bank, and ran for his life, he was
yet not quick enough to escape a shot. An arrow struck him in the
shoulder, another grazed his head.
The pain of his wounds lent him wings; and he had no sooner got
upon the level than he took to his heels and ran straight before
him in the dark, without a thought for the direction of his flight.
For a few steps missiles followed him, but these soon ceased; and