| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: The one thing from the others is repaired.
Nor no man is consigned to the abyss
Of Tartarus, the black. For stuff must be,
That thus the after-generations grow,-
Though these, their life completed, follow thee;
And thus like thee are generations all-
Already fallen, or some time to fall.
So one thing from another rises ever;
And in fee-simple life is given to none,
But unto all mere usufruct.
Look back:
Of The Nature of Things |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: than begun to trinkle back to town. Whole houses stood empty
and the niggers was robbing them out. But I can't call to mind
that any of the Moravian Brethren had died. It seemed like they
had just kept on with their own concerns, and the good Lord He'd
just looked after 'em. That was the winter - yes, winter of
'Ninety-three - the Brethren bought a stove for the church. Toby
spoke in favour of it because the cold spoiled his fiddle hand, but
many thought stove-heat not in the Bible, and there was yet a
third party which always brought hickory coal foot-warmers to
service and wouldn't speak either way. They ended by casting the
Lot for it, which is like pitch-and-toss. After my summer with the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard: here! He is there! He is a sorcerer! Death is in his hand, and death
looks out of his eyes!
Galazi lives yet, for still there comes the sound of the Watcher as it
thunders on the shields, and the Wolf's hoarse cry of the number of
the slain. He has a score of wounds, yet he fights on! his leg is
almost hewn from him with an axe, yet he fights on! His back is
pierced again and again, yet he fights on! But two are left alive
before him, one twists round and spears him from behind. He heeds it
not, but smites down the foe in front. Then he turns and, whirling the
Watcher on high, brings him down for the last time, and so mightily
that the man before him is crushed like an egg.
Nada the Lily |
