| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Democracy In America, Volume 2 by Alexis de Toqueville: political constitution, at the very time when they were
augmenting the despotism of their administrative constitution,
have been led into strange paradoxes. To manage those minor
affairs in which good sense is all that is wanted - the people
are held to be unequal to the task, but when the government of
the country is at stake, the people are invested with immense
powers; they are alternately made the playthings of their ruler,
and his masters - more than kings, and less than men. After
having exhausted all the different modes of election, without
finding one to suit their purpose, they are still amazed, and
still bent on seeking further; as if the evil they remark did not
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters: They hasten him to endless rest,
And everlasting day.
"To thee the world is like a tomb,
A desert's naked shore;
To us, in unimagined bloom,
It brightens more and more!
"And, could we lift the veil, and give
One brief glimpse to thine eye,
Thou wouldst rejoice for those that live,
BECAUSE they live to die."
The music ceased; the noonday dream,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Catriona by Robert Louis Stevenson: one time close at the foot of Berwick Law on the south side; at
another, as we passed over some open hills, I spied the lights of a
clachan and the old tower of a church among some trees not far off, but
too far to cry for help, if I had dreamed of it. At last we came again
within sound of the sea. There was moonlight, though not much; and by
this I could see the three huge towers and broken battlements of
Tantallon, that old chief place of the Red Douglases. The horse was
picketed in the bottom of the ditch to graze, and I was led within, and
forth into the court, and thence into the tumble-down stone hall. Here
my conductors built a brisk fire in the midst of the pavement, for
there was a chill in the night. My hands were loosed, I was set by the
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