|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Second Inaugural Address by Abraham Lincoln:
Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public declarations
have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great
contest which still absorbs the attention and engrosses the energies
of the nation, little that is new could be presented. The progress
of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known
to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory
and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction
in regard to it is ventured.
On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts
were anxiously directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it--
all sought to avert it. While the inaugural address was being delivered
Second Inaugural Address
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
Ptarth and Helium and Kaol ever learn the truth."
The jaws of the listener at the ventilator clicked
together with a vicious snap. Before he had but guessed
at the identity of the subject of this conversation. Now
he knew. And they were to kill her! His muscular fingers
clenched until the nails bit into the palms.
"And you wish me to go with you while you fetch
her to Dusar," Vas Kor was saying. "Where is she?"
Astok bent close and whispered into the other's ear.
The suggestion of a smile crossed the cruel features of
Vas Kor. He realized the power that lay within his grasp.
Thuvia, Maid of Mars
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac:
silent speak and attract us. And yet, on marking it attentively, the
incipient blight might have been detected which comes of a great
thought or a passion, the faint yellow tinge that made him seem like a
young leaf opening to the sun.
No contrast could be greater or more startling than that seen in the
companionship of these two men. It was like seeing a frail and
graceful shrub that has grown from the hollow trunk of some gnarled
willow, withered by age, blasted by lightning, standing decrepit; one
of those majestic trees that painters love; the trembling sapling
takes shelter there from storms. One was a god, the other was an
angel; one the poet that feels, the other the poet that expresses--a