| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac: salon to kiss the hands of their mistress, who lay exhausted on the
sofa; Durieu also went in to tell her that Stella would recover, but
needed great care.
The mayor, uneasy and inquisitive, met Peyrade and Corentin in the
village. He declared that he could not allow such important officials
to breakfast in a miserable tavern, and he took them to his own house.
The abbey was only three quarters of a mile distant. On the way,
Peyrade remarked that the corporal of Arcis had sent no news of Michu
or of Violette.
"We are dealing with very able people," said Corentin; "they are
stronger than we. The priest no doubt has a finger in all this."
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: And when there came to them their apostles with manifest signs
they rejoiced in what knowledge they had; but there closed in upon
them that whereat they had mocked.
And when they saw our violence they said, 'We believe in God
alone, and we disbelieve in what we once associated with Him.'
But their faith was of no avail to them when they saw our
violence-the course of God with His servants in time past, and there
the misbelievers lose!
THE CHAPTER 'DETAILED'
(XLI. Mecca.)
IN the name of the merciful and compassionate God.
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot.
Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answered: I heard thy sighs.
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof, but I have call'd them down:
Wilt thou O Queen enter my house, tis given thee to enter,
And to return: fear nothing, enter with thy virgin feet.
IV.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Poems of William Blake |
