| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: like a border of corn-ears throughout their length. Further away she
could see the manoeuvres of the Barbarians between the towers; on days
when the siege was interrupted she could even distinguish their
occupations. They mended their weapons, greased their hair, and washed
their bloodstained arms in the sea; the tents were closed; the beasts
of burden were feeding; and in the distance the scythes of the
chariots, which were all ranged in a semicircle, looked like a silver
scimitar lying at the base of the mountains. Schahabarim's talk
recurred to her memory. She was waiting for Narr' Havas, her
betrothed. In spite of her hatred she would have liked to see Matho
again. Of all the Carthaginians she was perhaps the only one who would
Salammbo |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: declares how much He is concerned about it, and how rigidly He will
enforce it, namely, that He will horribly and terribly punish all who
despise and transgress His commandments; and again, how richly He will
reward, bless, and do all good to those who hold them in high esteem,
and gladly do and live according to them. Thus He demands that all our
works proceed from a heart which fears and regards God alone, and from
such fear avoids everything that is contrary to His will, lest it
should move Him to wrath; and, on the other hand, also trusts in Him
alone, and from love to Him does all He wishes, because he speaks to us
as friendly as a father, and offers us all grace and every good.
Just this is also the meaning and true interpretation of the first and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac: trembling and illuminated, like two children standing under shelter in
presence of a conflagration, That Life offered no lodgment to the
senses.
The ideas they used to interpret their vision to themselves were to
the things seen what the visible senses of a man are to his soul, the
material covering of a divine essence.
The departing SPIRIT was above them, shedding incense without odor,
melody without sound. About them, where they stood, were neither
surfaces, nor angles, nor atmosphere.
They dared neither question him nor contemplate him; they stood in the
shadow of that Presence as beneath the burning rays of a tropical sun,
Seraphita |
