| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Red Inn by Honore de Balzac: "Yes!" said the secretary of an embassy.
"Yes!" said the priest.
But the two men did not mean the same thing.
A "doctrinaire," who had missed his election to the Chamber by one
hundred and fifty votes out of one hundred and fifty-five, here rose.
"Messieurs," he said, "this phenomenal incident of intellectual nature
is one of those which stand out vividly from the normal condition to
which sobriety is subjected. Consequently the decision to be made
ought to be the spontaneous act of our consciences, a sudden
conception, a prompt inward verdict, a fugitive shadow of our mental
apprehension, much like the flashes of sentiment which constitute
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anthem by Ayn Rand: This have we been taught with our first breath.
We have broken the law, but we have never doubted it.
Yet now, as we walk through the forest,
we are learning to doubt.
There is no life for men, save in useful
toil for the good of all their brothers.
But we lived not, when we toiled for our
brothers, we were only weary. There is no
joy for men, save the joy shared with all
their brothers. But the only things which
taught us joy were the power we created
Anthem |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: fancied that he had found it, when he saw himself, in spite of his
public profession of adherence to the Reformed Kirk, reading Livy
every afternoon with his exquisite young sovereign; master, by her
favour, of the temporalities of Crossraguel Abbey, and by the favour
of Murray, Principal of St. Leonard's College in St. Andrew's.
Perhaps he fancied at times that "to-morrow was to be as to-day, and
much more abundant;" that thenceforth he might read his folio, and
write his epigram, and joke his joke, as a lazy comfortable
pluralist, taking his morning stroll out to the corner where poor
Wishart had been burned, above the blue sea and the yellow sands,
and looking up to the castle tower from whence his enemy Beaton's
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