|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine:
the veil she had lowered to screen her face from observation.
It had come to her as a revelation straight from Heaven that there
can be no salvation without service. And the motive back of
service must be love. Love! That was what Jesus had come to teach
the world, and all these years it had warped and mystified his
She felt that life could never again be gray or colorless. For
there was work waiting that she could do, service that she could
give. And surely there could be no greater happiness than to find
her work and do it gladly.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London:
wee bit boat with which to play. And yet it was a woman, too.
What a maze of contradiction she was! And he wondered, had she
been all woman and no boy, if he would have loved her in just the
same way. Then it rushed in upon his consciousness that he really
loved her for what she was, for all the boy in her and all the rest
of her--for the total of her that would have been a different total
in direct proportion to any differing of the parts of her.
"But the small child won't cry any more for it," she was saying.
"This is the last sob. Some day, if Kinross doesn't lose her,
you'll turn her over to your partner, I know. And I won't nag you
any more. Only I do hope you know how I feel. It isn't as if I'd
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Father Sergius by Leo Tolstoy:
I may deceive others, but not myself or God. I am not a majestic
man, but a pitiable and ridiculous one!' And he threw back the
folds of his cassock and smiled as he looked at his thin legs in
Then he dropped the folds of the cassock again and began reading
the prayers, making the sign of the cross and prostrating
himself. 'Can it be that this couch will be my bier?' he read.
And it seemed as if a devil whispered to him: 'A solitary couch
is itself a bier. Falsehood!' And in imagination he saw the
shoulders of a widow with whom he had lived. He shook himself,
and went on reading. Having read the precepts he took up the