|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Mother by Owen Wister:
love which we expected from young Richard. He, on his part, repeated the
hope that by the time his turn to tell a story was reached we should be
tired of stories and prefer to spend the evening at the card tables or in
the music room.
We were a house party, no brief "week-end" affair, but a gathering whose
period for most of the guests covered a generous and leisurely ten days,
with enough departures and arrivals to give that variety which is
necessary among even the most entertaining and agreeable people. Our
skilful hostess had assembled us in the country, beneath a roof of New
York luxury, a luxury which has come in these later days to be so much
more than princely. By day, the grounds afforded us both golf and tennis,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft:
dizzy miles of air to the crags and sharp rocks of the accursed
valley. The stars came out, but save for them there was only black
nothingness in his eyes; nothingness leagued with death, against
whose beckoning he might do no more than cling to the rocks and
lean back away from an unseen brink. The last thing of earth that
he saw in the gloaming was a condor soaring close to the westward
precipice beside him, and darting screaming away when it came
near the cave whose mouth yawned just out of reach.
without a warning sound in the dark, Carter felt his curved scimitar
drawn stealthily out of his belt by some unseen hand. Then he
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Idylls of the King by Alfred Tennyson:
They might as well have blest her: she was deaf
To blessing or to cursing save from one.
So for long hours sat Enid by her lord,
There in the naked hall, propping his head,
And chafing his pale hands, and calling to him.
Till at the last he wakened from his swoon,
And found his own dear bride propping his head,
And chafing his faint hands, and calling to him;
And felt the warm tears falling on his face;
And said to his own heart, 'She weeps for me:'
And yet lay still, and feigned himself as dead,