| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf: Who shall blame him, if, so standing for a moment he dwells upon fame,
upon search parties, upon cairns raised by grateful followers over his
bones? Finally, who shall blame the leader of the doomed expedition, if,
having adventured to the uttermost, and used his strength wholly to the
last ounce and fallen asleep not much caring if he wakes or not, he now
perceives by some pricking in his toes that he lives, and does not on the
whole object to live, but requires sympathy, and whisky, and some one to
tell the story of his suffering to at once? Who shall blame him? Who
will not secretly rejoice when the hero puts his armour off, and halts by
the window and gazes at his wife and son, who, very distant at first,
gradually come closer and closer, till lips and book and head are clearly
To the Lighthouse |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Golden Sayings of Epictetus by Epictetus: and generous of its store; that injures not, neither destroys.
III
It is a shame that one who sweetens his drink with the gifts
of the bee, should embitter God's gift Reason with vice.
IV
Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no
longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living,
and her eyes they blind.
V
Keep neither a blunt knife nor an ill-disciplined looseness
of tongue.
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: azure of the cloudless sky. Then he went down the canyon, following the line
of shovel-holes he had made in filling the pans. He crossed the stream below
the pool and disappeared through the green screen. There was little
opportunity for the spirit of the place to return with its quietude and
repose, for the man's voice, raised in ragtime song, still dominated the
canyon with possession.
After a time, with a greater clashing of steel-shod feet on rock, he returned.
The green screen was tremendously agitated. It surged back and forth in the
throes of a struggle. There was a loud grating and clanging of metal. The
man's voice leaped to a higher pitch and was sharp with imperativeness. A
large body plunged and panted. There was a snapping and ripping and rending,
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