| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Charmides by Plato: property of being greater and also less than itself?
That, Socrates, he said, is the inevitable inference.
Or if there be a double which is double of itself and of other doubles,
these will be halves; for the double is relative to the half?
That is true.
And that which is greater than itself will also be less, and that which is
heavier will also be lighter, and that which is older will also be younger:
and the same of other things; that which has a nature relative to self will
retain also the nature of its object: I mean to say, for example, that
hearing is, as we say, of sound or voice. Is that true?
Yes.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: speed.
"He's sighted Silvermane and the rustlers," suggested George, as the
shepherd approached.
Naab translated the excited Indian's mingling of Navajo and Piute
languages to mean just what George had said."Snap ahead of riders--
Silvermane far, far ahead of Snap--running fast--damn!"
"Mescal's pushing him hard to make the sand-strip," said George.
"Piute--three fires to-night--Lookout Point!" This order meant the
execution of August Naab's hurry-signal for the Navajos, and after he had
given it, he waved the Indian toward the cliff, and lapsed into a silence
which no one dared to break.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum: also led to rooms, and each one of them found himself lodged in a
very pleasant part of the Palace. Of course this politeness was
wasted on the Scarecrow; for when he found himself alone in his
room he stood stupidly in one spot, just within the doorway, to
wait till morning. It would not rest him to lie down, and he
could not close his eyes; so he remained all night staring at a
little spider which was weaving its web in a corner of the room,
just as if it were not one of the most wonderful rooms in the world.
The Tin Woodman lay down on his bed from force of habit, for he
remembered when he was made of flesh; but not being able to sleep,
he passed the night moving his joints up and down to make sure they
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