| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Timaeus by Plato: ideal of which Plato is unable to tell us the origin. He may be said, in
the language of modern philosophy, to resolve the divine mind into subject
and object.
The first work of creation is perfected, the second begins under the
direction of inferior ministers. The supreme God is withdrawn from the
world and returns to his own accustomed nature (Tim.). As in the
Statesman, he retires to his place of view. So early did the Epicurean
doctrine take possession of the Greek mind, and so natural is it to the
heart of man, when he has once passed out of the stage of mythology into
that of rational religion. For he sees the marks of design in the world;
but he no longer sees or fancies that he sees God walking in the garden or
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: one who shares his fields of toil. But the most superficial study of human
life negates such a supposition. Among men, in spite of the occasional
existence of the petty professional jealousies and antagonism, we find,
viewing society as a whole, that common interests, and above all common
labours, are the most potent means of bringing them into close and friendly
relations; and, in fact, they seem generally essential for the formation of
the closest and most permanent human friendships. In every walk of human
life, whether trade, or profession, we find men associating by choice
mainly with, and entertaining often the profoundest and most permanent
friendships for, men engaged in their own callings. The inner circle of a
barrister's friendships almost always consists of his fellow-barristers;
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: tail?"
CHAPTER IV. MORE TROUBLES
Patrick Kirk was raking the gravel on the road into pretty criss-cross
patterns, and Tattine was pretending to help him with her own garden rake.
Patrick was one of Tattine's best friends and she loved to work with him and
to talk to him. Patrick was a fine old Irishman, there was no doubt whatever
about that, faithful and conscientious to the last degree. Every morning he
would drive over in his old buggy from his little farm in the Raritan Valley,
in abundant time to begin work on the minute of seven, and not until the
minute of six would he lay aside spade or hoe and turn his steps towards his
old horse tied under the tree, behind the barn. But the most attractive thing
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