| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from War and the Future by H. G. Wells: finally you are hit by the sound of the explosion. This is the
climax and end of the life history of any shell that is not a dud
shell. Afterwards the battered fuse may serve as some
journalist's paper-weight. The rest is scrap iron.
Such is, so to speak, the primary process of modern warfare. I
will not draw the obvious pacifist moral of the intense folly of
human concentration upon such a process. The Germans willed it.
We Allies have but obeyed the German will for warfare because we
could not do otherwise, we have taken up this simple game of
shell delivery, and we are teaching them that we can play it
better, in the hope that so we and the world may be freed from
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: the treacherous a disputant; but ask God's pardon: verily, God is
forgiving, merciful.
And wrangle not for those who defraud themselves; for God loves
not him who is a fraudulent sinner. They hide themselves from men; but
they cannot hide themselves from God, for He is with them while they
brood at night over speeches that please Him not;- but God doth
compass what they do!
Here are ye, wrangling for them about this world's life;- but who
shall wrangle with God for them on the day of judgment, or who shall
be a guardian over them?
Yet whoso does evil and wrongs himself, and then asks pardon of God,
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl,
Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and
flowers;
Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley,
Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours;
Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood -
Fair shine the day on the house with open door;
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