| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: sight enough, that of an Indian chief rejoicing at the death of one
of his oppressors.
'What devil are you,' he said hoarsely, 'sent from hell to torment
me at the last?'
'Remember the dying prayer of Isabella de Siguenza, whom you struck
and cursed,' I answered mocking. 'Seek not to know whence I am,
but remember this only, now and for ever.'
For a moment he stood still, heedless of the urgings of his
tormentors. Then his courage came to him again, and he cried with
a great voice: 'Get thee behind me, Satan, what have I to fear from
thee? I remember that dead sinner well--may her soul have peace--
Montezuma's Daughter |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: Therefore do I wash the hand that hath helped the sufferer; therefore do I
wipe also my soul.
For in seeing the sufferer suffering--thereof was I ashamed on account of
his shame; and in helping him, sorely did I wound his pride.
Great obligations do not make grateful, but revengeful; and when a small
kindness is not forgotten, it becometh a gnawing worm.
"Be shy in accepting! Distinguish by accepting!"--thus do I advise those
who have naught to bestow.
I, however, am a bestower: willingly do I bestow as friend to friends.
Strangers, however, and the poor, may pluck for themselves the fruit from
my tree: thus doth it cause less shame.
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Breaking Point by Mary Roberts Rinehart: lettuce between the bars of the bird cage.
"Dinner time, Caruso," she said absently. Caruso was the name Dick
had given the bird. And to David: "She must be in her thirties now."
"Probably." Then his anger and anxiety burst out. "What difference
can it make about her? About Donaldson's wife? About any hang-over
from that rotten time? They're gone, all of them. He's here. He's
safe and happy. He's strong and fine. That's gone."
In the lower hall Dick was taking off his overcoat.
"Smell's like chicken, Minnie," he said, into the dining room.
"Chicken and biscuits, Mr. Dick."
"Hi, up there!" ho called lustily. "Come and feed a starving man.
The Breaking Point |
