| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Parmenides by Plato: there were any one in which it was not, it could not be in all the parts;
for the part in which it is wanting is one of all, and if the whole is not
in this, how can it be in them all?
It cannot.
Nor can the whole be in some of the parts; for if the whole were in some of
the parts, the greater would be in the less, which is impossible.
Yes, impossible.
But if the whole is neither in one, nor in more than one, nor in all of the
parts, it must be in something else, or cease to be anywhere at all?
Certainly.
If it were nowhere, it would be nothing; but being a whole, and not being
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg by Mark Twain: brought out a sigh and said, hesitatingly:
"We--we couldn't help it, Mary. It--well it was ordered. ALL
things are."
Mary glanced up and looked at him steadily, but he didn't return the
look. Presently she said:
"I thought congratulations and praises always tasted good. But--it
seems to me, now-- Edward?"
"Well?"
"Are you going to stay in the bank?"
"N--no."
"Resign?"
The Man that Corrupted Hadleyburg |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: fact, they all sparkled magnificently, and the pan was so big and
broad that it took a lot of diamonds to go around it three times.
Cayke stared so hard that her eyes seemed about to pop out of her
head. "O-o-o-h!" she exclaimed, drawing a deep breath of delight.
"Is this your dishpan?" inquired the King.
"It is, it is!" cried the Cookie Cook, and rushing forward, she fell
on her knees and threw her arms around the precious pan. But her arms
came together without meeting any resistance at all. Cayke tried to
seize the edge, but found nothing to grasp. The pan was surely there,
she thought, for she could see it plainly; but it was not solid; she
could not feel it at all. With a moan of astonishment and despair,
The Lost Princess of Oz |
