| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot: Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Memorabilia by Xenophon: account of their wisdom, and despatched to the great king and at his
court enslaved?[52]
[52] Cf. Herod. iii. 129.
Well, prosperity, well-being[53] (he exclaimed), must surely be a
blessing, and that the most indisputable, Socrates?
[53] {to eudaimonein}, "happiness." Cf. Herod. i. 86.
It might be so (replied the philosopher) if it chanced not to be in
itself a compound of other questionable blessings.
Euth. And which among the components of happiness and well-being can
possibly be questionable?
None (he retorted), unless of course we are to include among these
The Memorabilia |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: Hosanna to the Highest: Nor stood at gaze
The adverse legions, nor less hideous joined
The horrid shock. Now storming fury rose,
And clamour such as heard in Heaven till now
Was never; arms on armour clashing brayed
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew,
And flying vaulted either host with fire.
So under fiery cope together rushed
Paradise Lost |
