| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: The fortune of their years
Which, though so few, yet so divinely ended.
Scarce had they lifted up
Life's full and fiery cup,
Than they had set it down untouched before them.
Before their day arose
They beckoned it to close -
Close in destruction and confusion o'er them.
They did not stay to ask
What prize should crown their task,
Well sure that prize was such as no man strives for;
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A treatise on Good Works by Dr. Martin Luther: number of endowments, monastic houses and schools, where they
cannot be cared for. It is much better that there be no monastic
house or endowment than that there be evil government in them,
whereby God is the more provoked to anger.
IX. Since, then, the authorities so entirely neglect their work,
and are perverted, it must assuredly follow that they misuse
their power, and undertake other and evil works, just as parents
do when they give some command contrary to God. Here we must be
wise; for the Apostle has said, that those times shall be
perilous in which such authorities shall rule. For it seems as
if we resisted their power if we do not do and leave undone all
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: not receive it! The heartfelt bustle of that hour is hardly
credible; the thrill of the great shower of letters from the
post-bag, the childish hope and interest with which one gazed
in all these strangers' eyes. They paused there but to pass:
the blue-clad China-boy, the San Francisco magnate, the
mystery in the dust coat, the secret memoirs in tweed, the
ogling, well-shod lady with her troop of girls; they did but
flash and go; they were hull-down for us behind life's ocean,
and we but hailed their topsails on the line. Yet, out of
our great solitude of four and twenty mountain hours, we
thrilled to their momentary presence gauged and divined them,
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