| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran: sickness, and the misbelievers may say, 'What does God mean by this as
a parable?'
Thus God leads astray whom He pleases, and guides him He pleases:
and none knows the hosts of thy Lord save Himself; and it is only a
reminder to mortals!
Nay, by the moon!
And the night when it retires!
And the morning when it brightly dawns!
Verily, it is one of the greatest misfortunes; a warning to mortals;
for him amongst you who wishes to press forward or to tarry!
Every soul is pledged for what it earns; except the fellows of the
The Koran |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Phaedrus by Plato: them first, and then he must have experience of them in actual life, and be
able to follow them with all his senses about him, or he will never get
beyond the precepts of his masters. But when he understands what persons
are persuaded by what arguments, and sees the person about whom he was
speaking in the abstract actually before him, and knows that it is he, and
can say to himself, 'This is the man or this is the character who ought to
have a certain argument applied to him in order to convince him of a
certain opinion;'--he who knows all this, and knows also when he should
speak and when he should refrain, and when he should use pithy sayings,
pathetic appeals, sensational effects, and all the other modes of speech
which he has learned;--when, I say, he knows the times and seasons of all
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: protector with the ribbon of foul smoke that trailed along
the mountains.
Days passed, and still my mother and I waited in vain for
news; a week went by, a second followed, but we heard no word
of the father and husband. As smoke dissipates, as the image
glides from the mirror, so in the ten or twenty minutes that
I had spent in getting my horse and following upon his trail,
had that strong and brave man vanished out of life. Hope, if
any hope we had, fled with every hour; the worst was now
certain for my father, the worst was to be dreaded for his
defenceless family. Without weakness, with a desperate calm
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