| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: Redden and pour their bright fires all abroad.
And therefore, when the wind hath driven and thrust,
Hath forced and squeezed into one spot these clouds,
They pour abroad the seeds of fire pressed out,
Which make to flash these colours of the flame.
Likewise, it lightens also when the clouds
Grow rare and thin along the sky; for, when
The wind with gentle touch unravels them
And breaketh asunder as they move, those seeds
Which make the lightnings must by nature fall;
At such an hour the horizon lightens round
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Macbeth by William Shakespeare: knowne those which haue walkt in their sleep, who haue
dyed holily in their beds
Lad. Wash your hands, put on your Night-Gowne,
looke not so pale: I tell you yet againe Banquo's buried;
he cannot come out on's graue
Doct. Euen so?
Lady. To bed, to bed: there's knocking at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
Exit Lady.
Doct. Will she go now to bed?
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: to heart. There was that in his tenderness which caused Nell to regard him, in
one sense, as she did her uncle. Jim, too, leaned upon her, and she accepted
his devotion where once she had repelled it. She had unconsciously betrayed a
great deal when she had turned so tenderly to him in the first moments after
her recognition, and he remembered it. He did not speak of love to her; he let
a thousand little acts of kindness, a constant thoughtfulness of her plead his
cause.
The days succeeding Heckewelder's departure were remarkable for several
reasons. Although the weather was enticing, the number of visiting Indians
gradually decreased. Not a runner from any tribe came into the village, and
finally the day dawned when not a single Indian from the outlying towns was
The Spirit of the Border |
