| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Phaedo by Plato: live in these hollows are deceived into the notion that we are dwelling
above on the surface of the earth; which is just as if a creature who was
at the bottom of the sea were to fancy that he was on the surface of the
water, and that the sea was the heaven through which he saw the sun and the
other stars, he having never come to the surface by reason of his
feebleness and sluggishness, and having never lifted up his head and seen,
nor ever heard from one who had seen, how much purer and fairer the world
above is than his own. And such is exactly our case: for we are dwelling
in a hollow of the earth, and fancy that we are on the surface; and the air
we call the heaven, in which we imagine that the stars move. But the fact
is, that owing to our feebleness and sluggishness we are prevented from
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Beauty and The Beast by Bayard Taylor: Mrs. Billings, who had been silent during this recital, took her
husband's hand and smiled. Mr. Johnson felt a dull pang about the
region of his heart. If he had a secret, however, I do not
feel justified in betraying it.
"It was late," Mr. Billings continued, "before we returned to the
house. I had a special dread of again encountering Miss Ringtop,
but she was wandering up and down the bluff, under the pines,
singing, `The dream is past.' There was a sound of loud voices, as
we approached the stoop. Hollins, Shelldrake and his wife, and
Abel Mallory were sitting together near the door. Perkins Brown,
as usual, was crouched on the lowest step, with one leg over the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Eve and David by Honore de Balzac: "I have more influence over her than she herself suspects," said
Lucien; "only, my dear fellow, if I can do something with your
authorities here, I have no decent clothes."--Petit-Claud made as
though he would offer his purse.
"Thank you," said Lucien, grasping Petit-Claud's hand. "In ten days'
time I will pay a visit to the Countess and return your call."
The shook hands like old comrades, and separated.
"He ought to be a poet" said Petit-Claud to himself; "he is quite
mad."
"There are no friends like one's school friends; it is a true saying,"
Lucien thought at he went to find his sister.
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