|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott:
Tearing off the blank side of one of her newly copied pages,
Jo drew the table before her mother, well knowing that money for the
long, sad journey must be borrowed, and feeling as if she could do
anything to add to a little to the sum for her father.
"Now go, dear, but don't kill yourself driving at a desperate
pace. There is no need of that."
Mrs. March's warning was evidently thrown away, for five minutes
later Laurie tore by the window on his own fleet horse, riding as if
for his life.
"Jo, run to the rooms, and tell Mrs. King that I can't come.
On the way get these things. I'll put them down, they'll be needed
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Herodias by Gustave Flaubert:
"Know ye not, then, that He is the Messiah?"
The priests stared at one another, and Vitellius demanded the meaning
of the word. His interpreter paused a moment before translating it.
Then he said that Messiah was the name to be given to one who was to
come, bringing the enjoyment of all blessings, and giving them
domination over all the peoples of the earth. Certain persons believed
that there were to be two Messiahs; one would be vanquished by Gog and
Magog, the demons of the North; but the other would exterminate the
Prince of Evil; and for centuries the coming of this Saviour of
mankind had been expected at any moment.
At this, the priests began to talk in low tones among themselves.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde:
hear the news from indifferent lips, travelled, ill as she was, all
the way from Genoa to England to break to me herself the tidings of
so irreparable, so irremediable, a loss. Messages of sympathy
reached me from all who had still affection for me. Even people
who had not known me personally, hearing that a new sorrow had
broken into my life, wrote to ask that some expression of their
condolence should be conveyed to me. . . .
Three months go over. The calendar of my daily conduct and labour
that hangs on the outside of my cell door, with my name and
sentence written upon it, tells me that it is May. . . .
Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common