|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert:
caught sight of Virginia lying on her back, with clasped hands, her
mouth open and her head thrown back, beneath a black crucifix inclined
toward her, and stiff curtains which were less white than her face.
Madame Aubain lay at the foot of the couch, clasping it with her arms
and uttering groans of agony. The Mother Superior was standing on the
right side of the bed. The three candles on the bureau made red blurs,
and the windows were dimmed by the fog outside. The nuns carried
Madame Aubain from the room.
For two nights, Felicite never left the corpse. She would repeat the
same prayers, sprinkle holy water over the sheets, get up, come back
to the bed and contemplate the body. At the end of the first vigil,
A Simple Soul
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Meno by Plato:
from the subject to the object, from earth (diesseits) to heaven (jenseits)
without regard to the gulf which later theology and philosophy have made
between them. They are also intended to supplement or explain each other.
They relate to a subject of which Plato himself would have said that 'he
was not confident of the precise form of his own statements, but was strong
in the belief that something of the kind was true.' It is the spirit, not
the letter, in which they agree--the spirit which places the divine above
the human, the spiritual above the material, the one above the many, the
mind before the body.
The stream of ancient philosophy in the Alexandrian and Roman times widens
into a lake or sea, and then disappears underground to reappear after many
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley:
breakfast, the first thing which they saw was the old man in his
garden with four or five Indian children round him, talking
smilingly to them.
"The old man's heart is sound still," said Will. "No man is lost
who still is fond of little children."
"Ah, senors!" said the hermit as they came up, "you see that I have
begun already to act upon your advice."
"And you have begun at the right end," quoth Amyas; "if you win the
children, you win the mothers."
"And if you win the mothers," quoth Will, "the poor fathers must
needs obey their wives, and follow in the wake."