|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Sentimental Journey by Laurence Sterne:
oil nor wine to the wound: I never felt the pain of a sheepish
inferiority so miserably in my life.
The triumphs of a true feminine heart are short upon these
discomfitures. In a very few seconds she laid her hand upon the
cuff of my coat, in order to finish her reply; so, some way or
other, God knows how, I regained my situation.
- She had nothing to add.
I forthwith began to model a different conversation for the lady,
thinking from the spirit as well as moral of this, that I had been
mistaken in her character; but upon turning her face towards me,
the spirit which had animated the reply was fled, - the muscles
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Republic by Plato:
State will be maintained.
That is true, he replied.
Such is the good and true City or State, and the good and true man is of
the same pattern; and if this is right every other is wrong; and the evil
is one which affects not only the ordering of the State, but also the
regulation of the individual soul, and is exhibited in four forms.
What are they? he said.
I was proceeding to tell the order in which the four evil forms appeared to
me to succeed one another, when Polemarchus, who was sitting a little way
off, just beyond Adeimantus, began to whisper to him: stretching forth his
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft:
It probably represented, we concluded, the course of some great
river which in Tertiary times - millions of years ago - had poured
through the city and into some prodigious subterranean abyss of
the great barrier range. Certainly, this was above all a region
of caves, gulfs, and underground secrets beyond human penetration.
Looking back to our sensations, and recalling our dazedness
at viewing this monstrous survival from aeons we had thought prehuman,
I can only wonder that we preserved the semblance of equilibrium,
which we did. Of course, we knew that something - chronology,
scientific theory, or our own consciousness - was woefully awry;
yet we kept enough poise to guide the plane, observe many things
At the Mountains of Madness