| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Disputation of the Power and Efficacy of Indulgences by Dr. Martin Luther: useful, if they do not put their trust in them; but altogether
harmful, if through them they lose their fear of God.
50. Christians are to be taught that if the pope knew the
exactions of the pardon-preachers, he would rather that St.
Peter's church should go to ashes, than that it should be
built up with the skin, flesh and bones of his sheep.
51. Christians are to be taught that it would be the pope's
wish, as it is his duty, to give of his own money to very many
of those from whom certain hawkers of pardons cajole money,
even though the church of St. Peter might have to be sold.
52. The assurance of salvation by letters of pardon is vain,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: took no note of what he was doing.
When we were clear of the palace, of which we had only seen one
hall, we walked across an open space made unutterably dreary by
the absence of any vegetation or other sign of life, towards a
huge building of glorious proportions that was constructed of
black stone or marble. It is impossible for me to give any idea
of the frightful solemnity of this doomed edifice, for as I think
I have said, it alone had a roof, standing there in the midst of
that brilliant, unvarying and most unnatural illumination which
came from nowhere and yet was everywhere. Thus, when one lifted a
foot, there it was between the sole of the boot and the floor, or
When the World Shook |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: The Wanderer
I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,
Where Rameses stares forth serene,
And Ammon's heavy temple stands.
I saw the rocks where long ago,
Above the sea that cries and breaks,
Bright Perseus with Medusa's snakes
Set free the maiden white like snow.
And many skies have covered me,
And many winds have blown me forth,
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