| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: It would be a long one, and everything must be foreseen.
It was agreed first to entreat the assistance of the Romans, and this
mission was offered to Spendius, but as a fugitive he dared not
undertake it. Twelve men from the Greek colonies embarked at Annaba in
a sloop belonging to the Numidians. Then the chiefs exacted an oath of
complete obedience from all the Barbarians. Every day the captains
inspected clothes and boots; the sentries were even forbidden to use a
shield, for they would often lean it against their lance and fall
asleep as they stood; those who had any baggage trailing after them
were obliged to get rid of it; everything was to be carried, in Roman
fashion, on the back. As a precaution against the elephants Matho
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: And now, since I have taught that things cannot
Be born from nothing, nor the same, when born,
To nothing be recalled, doubt not my words,
Because our eyes no primal germs perceive;
For mark those bodies which, though known to be
In this our world, are yet invisible:
The winds infuriate lash our face and frame,
Unseen, and swamp huge ships and rend the clouds,
Or, eddying wildly down, bestrew the plains
With mighty trees, or scour the mountain tops
With forest-crackling blasts. Thus on they rave
 Of The Nature of Things |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: no room for me; yet you dealt me fair and your ways were just.
And I was with you when you did bold deeds and led great ventures,
and I measured you against the men of other breeds, and I saw you
stood among them full of honor, and your word was wise, your
tongue true. And I grew proud of you, till it came that you
filled all my heart, and all my thought was of you. You were as
the midsummer sun, when its golden trail runs in a circle and
never leaves the sky. And whatever way I cast my eyes I beheld
the sun. But your heart was ever cold, Charley, and there was no
room.'
"And I said: 'It is so. It was cold, and there was no room. But
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