| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: And all the folk in tears at sight of her.
With a dumb terror and a sinking knee
She dropped; nor might avail her now that first
'Twas she who gave the king a father's name.
They raised her up, they bore the trembling girl
On to the altar- hither led not now
With solemn rites and hymeneal choir,
But sinless woman, sinfully foredone,
A parent felled her on her bridal day,
Making his child a sacrificial beast
To give the ships auspicious winds for Troy:
Of The Nature of Things |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy: while the works of these remained. Yet they all had lived
and died unconscious of the different fates awaiting
their relics. It reminded him that unforeseen factors
operate in the evolution of immortality.
Winter again came round, with its winds, frosts, tame robins,
and sparkling starlight. The year previous Thomasin had
hardly been conscious of the season's advance; this year she
laid her heart open to external influences of every kind.
The life of this sweet cousin, her baby, and her servants,
came to Clym's senses only in the form of sounds through
a wood partition as he sat over books of exceptionally
Return of the Native |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Don Quixote by Miquel de Cervantes: but the proverb that is not to the purpose is a piece of nonsense
and not a maxim. But enough of this; as nightfall is drawing on let us
retire some little distance from the high road to pass the night; what
is in store for us to-morrow God knoweth."
They turned aside, and supped late and poorly, very much against
Sancho's will, who turned over in his mind the hardships attendant
upon knight-errantry in woods and forests, even though at times plenty
presented itself in castles and houses, as at Don Diego de
Miranda's, at the wedding of Camacho the Rich, and at Don Antonio
Moreno's; he reflected, however, that it could not be always day,
nor always night; and so that night he passed in sleeping, and his
Don Quixote |
