| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Timaeus by Plato: divided into long and round figures, and to these as to anchors, fastening
the mortal soul, he proceeded to make the rest of the body, first forming
for both parts a covering of bone. The bone was formed by sifting pure
smooth earth and wetting it with marrow. It was then thrust alternately
into fire and water, and thus rendered insoluble by either. Of bone he
made a globe which he placed around the brain, leaving a narrow opening,
and around the marrow of the neck and spine he formed the vertebrae, like
hinges, which extended from the head through the whole of the trunk. And
as the bone was brittle and liable to mortify and destroy the marrow by too
great rigidity and susceptibility to heat and cold, he contrived sinews and
flesh--the first to give flexibility, the second to guard against heat and
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: And still and sweet,
And the gray doves unafraid
Went their morning promenade
Along the street.
THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY
THIS gloomy northern day,
Or this yet gloomier night,
Has moved a something high
In my cold heart; and I,
That do not often pray,
Would pray to-night.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: "How little she knows, how little she knows!" the girl cried to
herself; for what did that show after all but that Captain
Everard's telegraphic confidant was Captain Everard's charming
secret? Our young friend's perusal of her ladyship's telegram was
literally prolonged by a momentary daze: what swam between her and
the words, making her see them as through rippled shallow sunshot
water, was the great, the perpetual flood of "How much I know--how
much I know!" This produced a delay in her catching that, on the
face, these words didn't give her what she wanted, though she was
prompt enough with her remembrance that her grasp was, half the
time, just of what was NOT on the face. "Miss Dolman, Parade
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