| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: the soft sward--mine old, wild wisdom!
On the soft sward of your hearts, my friends!--on your love, would she fain
couch her dearest one!--
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XXIV. IN THE HAPPY ISLES.
The figs fall from the trees, they are good and sweet; and in falling the
red skins of them break. A north wind am I to ripe figs.
Thus, like figs, do these doctrines fall for you, my friends: imbibe now
their juice and their sweet substance! It is autumn all around, and clear
sky, and afternoon.
Lo, what fullness is around us! And out of the midst of superabundance, it
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin: and cattle, and left in their stead a waste of red sand and gray
mud. The two brothers crept shivering and horror-struck into the
kitchen. The water had gutted the whole first floor; corn, money,
almost every movable thing, had been swept away, and there was left
only a small white card on the kitchen table. On it, in large,
breezy, long-legged letters, were engraved the words:
SOUTH WEST WIND, ESQUIRE
CHAPTER II
OF THE PROCEEDINGS OF THE THREE BROTHERS
AFTER THE VISIT OF SOUTHWEST WIND, ESQUIRE;
AND HOW LITTLE GLUCK HAD AN INTERVIEW
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: man.
A black squirrel ran down a tree and seeing the hunter scampered away in
alarm. Isaac knew the habits of the black squirrel, that it was a denizen of
the wildest woods and frequented only places remote from civilization. The
song of the hermit and the sight of the black squirrel caused Isaac to stop
and reflect, with the result that he concluded he had gone much farther from
the fort than he had intended. He turned to retrace his steps when a faint
sound from down the ravine came to his sharp ears.
There was no instinct to warn him that a hideously painted face was raised a
moment over the clump of laurel bushes to his left, and that a pair of keen
eyes watched every move he made.
Betty Zane |
