| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Hidden Masterpiece by Honore de Balzac: The absorbed old man gave no heed to their words; he was smiling at
his visionary woman.
"But sooner or later, he will perceive that there is nothing there,"
cried Poussin.
"Nothing there!--upon my canvas?" said Frenhofer, looking first at the
two painters, and then at his imaginary picture.
"What have you done?" cried Porbus, addressing Poussin.
The old man seized the arm of the young man violently, and said to
him, "You see nothing?--clown, infidel, scoundrel, dolt! Why did you
come here? My good Porbus," he added, turning to his friend, "is it
possible that you, too, are jesting with me? Answer; I am your friend.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from An Inland Voyage by Robert Louis Stevenson: and visit the tropic or the frosty poles, runs dangers that are
well worth a candle and a mass. But the SAINT NICOLAS of Creil,
which was to be tugged for some ten years by patient draught-
horses, in a weedy canal, with the poplars chattering overhead, and
the skipper whistling at the tiller; which was to do all its
errands in green inland places, and never get out of sight of a
village belfry in all its cruising; why, you would have thought if
anything could be done without the intervention of Providence, it
would be that! But perhaps the skipper was a humorist: or perhaps
a prophet, reminding people of the seriousness of life by this
preposterous token.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde: It is the fan which winnows wheat from chaff,
It is the spring which in some wintry soil
Makes innocence to blossom like a rose.
The days are over when God walked with men,
But Love, which is his image, holds his place.
When a man loves a woman, then he knows
God's secret, and the secret of the world.
There is no house so lowly or so mean,
Which, if their hearts be pure who live in it,
Love will not enter; but if bloody murder
Knock at the Palace gate and is let in,
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