| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from What is Man? by Mark Twain: They train him downward or they train him upward--but they TRAIN
him; they are at work upon him all the time.
Y.M. Then if he happen by the accidents of life to be
evilly placed there is no help for him, according to your
notions--he must train downward.
O.M. No help for him? No help for this chameleon? It is a
mistake. It is in his chameleonship that his greatest good
fortune lies. He has only to change his habitat--his
ASSOCIATIONS. But the impulse to do it must come from the
OUTSIDE--he cannot originate it himself, with that purpose in
view. Sometimes a very small and accidental thing can furnish
What is Man? |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible: GEN 20:8 Therefore Abimelech rose early in the morning, and called all
his servants, and told all these things in their ears: and the men were
sore afraid.
GEN 20:9 Then Abimelech called Abraham, and said unto him, What hast
thou done unto us? and what have I offended thee, that thou hast brought
on me and on my kingdom a great sin? thou hast done deeds unto me that
ought not to be done.
GEN 20:10 And Abimelech said unto Abraham, What sawest thou, that thou
hast done this thing?
GEN 20:11 And Abraham said, Because I thought, Surely the fear of God
is not in this place; and they will slay me for my wife's sake.
King James Bible |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Blue Flower by Henry van Dyke: the table of a king."
At last the baking was finished. The clay was taken from
the furnace and set down upon a board, in the cool air, under the
blue sky. The tribulation was passed. The reward was at hand.
Close beside the board there was a pool of water, not very
deep, nor very clear, but calm enough to reflect, with
impartial truth, every image that fell upon it. There, for
the first time, as it was lifted from the board, the clay saw
its new shape, the reward of all its patience and pain, the
consummation of its hopes--a common flower-pot, straight and
stiff, red and ugly. And then it felt that it was not
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