| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Tanach: Lamentations 3: 1 I am the man that hath seen affliction by the rod of His wrath.
Lamentations 3: 2 He hath led me and caused me to walk in darkness and not in light.
Lamentations 3: 3 Surely against me He turneth His hand again and again all the day.
Lamentations 3: 4 My flesh and my skin hath He worn out; He hath broken my bones.
Lamentations 3: 5 He hath builded against me, and compassed me with gall and travail.
Lamentations 3: 6 He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
Lamentations 3: 7 He hath hedged me about, that I cannot go forth; He hath made my chain heavy.
Lamentations 3: 8 Yea, when I cry and call for help, He shutteth out my prayer.
Lamentations 3: 9 He hath enclosed my ways with hewn stone, He hath made my paths crooked.
Lamentations 3: 10 He is unto me as a bear lying in wait, as a lion in secret places.
Lamentations 3: 11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces; He hath made me desolate.
The Tanach |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Criminal Sociology by Enrico Ferri: not only in life sentences, but in all sentences.
Cellular imprisonment is inhuman, because it blots out or weakens,
in the cases of the least degenerate criminals, that social sense
which was already feeble in them, and also because it inevitably
leads to madness or consumption (by onanism, insufficient
movement, air, &c.). Hence it drives the prison authorities, in
order to avoid these disastrous consequences, to the injustice of
building cells for murderers which are decidedly comfortable, and
consequently a mockery of the honest wretchedness of the cottages
and garrets of the poor. The treatment of mental diseases
recognises a special form of insanity under the name of prison
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Verses 1889-1896 by Rudyard Kipling: Woe for us if we forget, we that hold by these!
Unto each his mother-beach, bloom and bird and land --
Masters of the Seven Seas, oh, love and understand.
THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS
Verses 1889-1896 |
