| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: bank. You heel sideways. Through the door which has been left
open you see the little group of engineers, staff officers and
naval men receding and falling away behind you. You straighten
up and go up hill. You halt and begin to rotate. Through the
open door, the green field, with its red walls, rows of worksheds
and forests of chimneys in the background, begins a steady
processional movement. The group of engineers and officers and
naval men appears at the other side of the door and farther off.
Then comes a sprint down hill. You descend and stretch your
legs.
About the field other Tanks are doing their stunts. One is
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: however, have I taught you to say, Superman.
God is a conjecture: but I do not wish your conjecturing to reach beyond
your creating will.
Could ye CREATE a God?--Then, I pray you, be silent about all Gods! But ye
could well create the Superman.
Not perhaps ye yourselves, my brethren! But into fathers and forefathers
of the Superman could ye transform yourselves: and let that be your best
creating!--
God is a conjecture: but I should like your conjecturing restricted to the
conceivable.
Could ye CONCEIVE a God?--But let this mean Will to Truth unto you, that
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ursula by Honore de Balzac: appear to you," said the doctor, smiling.
"That's exactly the agreement Cardan made with his friend," answered
the priest.
"Ursula," said Minoret, "if danger ever threatens you, call me, and I
will come."
"You have put into one sentence that beautiful elegy of 'Neere' by
Andre Chenier," said the abbe. "Poets are sublime because they clothe
both facts and feelings with ever-living images."
"Why do you speak of your death, dear godfather?" said Ursula in a
grieved tone. "We Christians do not die; the grave is the cradle of
our souls."
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