|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton:
He ask'd, but all the heavenly quire stood mute,
Patron or intercessour none appear'd,
Much less that durst upon his own head draw
The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set.
And now without redemption all mankind
Must have been lost, adjudg'd to Death and Hell
By doom severe, had not the Son of God,
In whom the fulness dwells of love divine,
His dearest mediation thus renew'd.
Father, thy word is past, Man shall find grace;
And shall grace not find means, that finds her way,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from U. S. Project Trinity Report by Carl Maag and Steve Rohrer:
within about 20 kilometers northeast of ground zero. From this point,
the fallout pattern extended out 160 kilometers and was 48 kilometers
wide. Gamma intensities up to 15 R/h were measured in this region
several hours after the detonation. One month later, intensities had
declined to 0.032 R/h or less (11).
DOSIMETRY ANALYSIS OF PARTICIPANTS IN PROJECT TRINITY
This chapter summarizes the radiation doses received by participants
in various activities during Project TRINITY. The sources of this
dosimetry information are the safety and monitoring report for
personnel at TRINITY, which includes a compilation of film badge
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Melmoth Reconciled by Honore de Balzac:
noddle, old addle-pate!" she went on, as she took his head in her
hands and rocked it to and fro on her shoulder. "Tell me now, old man;
isn't it the creaking of the wheels that sings in your ears?"
"Just listen, Naqui! If the angels make music for God Almighty, it
must be such music as this that I am drinking in at every pore, rather
than hearing. I do no know how to tell you about it; it is as sweet as
"Why, of course, they have music in heaven, for the angels in all the
pictures have harps in their hands. He is mad, upon my word!" she said
to herself, as she saw Castanier's attitude; he looked like an
opium-eater in a blissful trance.