| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Pagan and Christian Creeds by Edward Carpenter: unable to REST, or even to allow their friends to rest; and I
have wondered whether, after all, worriting about one's duty
might not be as bad--as deteriorating to oneself, as distressing
to one's friends--as sinning a good solid sin. No, in this
respect virtues MAY be no better than vices; and to be chained to
a wheelbarrow made of alabaster is no way preferable to being
chained to one of wood. To sacrifice the immortal freedom
of the mind in order to become a prey to self-regarding cares
and anxieties, self-estimating virtues and vices, self-chaining
duties and indulgences, is a mistake. And I warn you, it is
quite useless. For the destiny of Freedom is ultimately upon
Pagan and Christian Creeds |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: They were inclined to attack us at first; but a volley from our
rifles caused them to change their minds. We scaled the cliffs
as far as we could; but near the top they are absolutely
perpendicular without any sufficient cleft or protuberance to
give hand or foot-hold. All were disappointed, for we hungered
for a view of the ocean and the outside world. We even had a
hope that we might see and attract the attention of a passing ship.
Our exploration has determined one thing which will probably
be of little value to us and never heard of beyond Caprona's
walls--this crater was once entirely filled with water.
Indisputable evidence of this is on the face of the cliffs.
The Land that Time Forgot |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: on the quiet morning air. So strong, so sudden, so startling was the break in
that almost perfect calm that for a moment afterward there was a silence as of
death. All eyes turned to the ridge of rising ground whence that sound had
come. Now came the unmistakable thunder of horses' hoofs pounding furiously on
the rocky ground. A moment of paralyzed inaction ensued. The Indians stood
bewildered, petrified. Then on that ridge of rising ground stood, silhouetted
against the blue sky, a great black horse with arching neck and flying mane.
Astride him sat a plumed warrior, who waved his rifle high in the air. Again
that shrill screeching yell came floating to the ears of the astonished
Indians.
The prisoner had seen that horse and rider before; he had heard that long
Betty Zane |
