| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: On the tree of the future build we our nest; eagles shall bring us lone
ones food in their beaks!
Verily, no food of which the impure could be fellow-partakers! Fire, would
they think they devoured, and burn their mouths!
Verily, no abodes do we here keep ready for the impure! An ice-cave to
their bodies would our happiness be, and to their spirits!
And as strong winds will we live above them, neighbours to the eagles,
neighbours to the snow, neighbours to the sun: thus live the strong winds.
And like a wind will I one day blow amongst them, and with my spirit, take
the breath from their spirit: thus willeth my future.
Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: you can imagine in a donkey. And so, sure enough, you had only to
look at him to see he had never worked. There was something too
roguish and wanton in his face, a look too like that of a schoolboy
or a street Arab, to have survived much cudgelling. It was plain
that these feet had kicked off sportive children oftener than they
had plodded with a freight through miry lanes. He was altogether a
fine-weather, holiday sort of donkey; and though he was just then
somewhat solemnised and rueful, he still gave proof of the levity of
his disposition by impudently wagging his ears at me as I drew near.
I say he was somewhat solemnised just then; for, with the admirable
instinct of all men and animals under restraint, he had so wound and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: were conversing earnestly.
"Where is she?" said the countess; "you make me anxious to see her."
"She is gone to carry milk to Mademoiselle Gaillard at the gate of
Conches; she will soon be back, for it is more than an hour since she
started."
"Well, I'll go and meet her with those gentlemen," said Madame de
Montcornet, going downstairs.
Just as the countess opened her parasol, Michaud came up and told her
that the general had left her a widow for probably two days.
"Monsieur Michaud," said the countess, eagerly, "don't deceive me,
there is something serious going on. Your wife is frightened, and if
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