| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Charmides by Plato: medicine has taught it to him;--and he has learned harmony from the art of
music, and building from the art of building,--neither, from wisdom or
temperance: and the same of other things.
That is evident.
How will wisdom, regarded only as a knowledge of knowledge or science of
science, ever teach him that he knows health, or that he knows building?
It is impossible.
Then he who is ignorant of these things will only know that he knows, but
not what he knows?
True.
Then wisdom or being wise appears to be not the knowledge of the things
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson: use force in the defiance. Close on its skirts sat the warriors of
Mataafa, perhaps four thousand strong, highly incensed against the
Germans, having all to gain in the seizure of the town and firm,
and, like an army in a fairy tale, restrained by the air-drawn
boundary of the neutral ground.
I have had occasion to refer to the strange appearance in these
islands of an American adventurer with a battery of cannon. The
adventurer was long since gone, but his guns remained, and one of
them was now to make fresh history. It had been cast overboard by
Brandeis on the outer reef in the course of this retreat; and word
of it coming to the ears of the Mataafas, they thought it natural
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Case of the Golden Bullet by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: to do something great - and his triumph is lost."
Horn looked up at his superior, whom, in spite of his good nature,
he knew to be a sharp, keen, capable police official. "I forgot
you have known Muller longer than the rest of us," he said. "What
was that you said about his heart?"
"I said that it is one of those inconvenient hearts that will always
make itself noticeable at the wrong time. Muller's heart has played
several tricks on the police department, which has, at other times,
profited so well by his genius. He is a strange mixture. While he
is on the trail of the criminal he is like the bloodhound. He does
not seem to know fatigue nor hunger; his whole being is absorbed by
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