|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by Oscar Wilde:
formed bull was stalled!
Sing to me of the night you crawled across the
temple's granite plinth
When through the purple corridors the screaming
scarlet Ibis flew
In terror, and a horrid dew dripped from the
And the great torpid crocodile within the tank
shed slimy tears,
And tare the jewels from his ears and staggered
back into the Nile,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey:
"You've been running--fighting?" queried Belding, as if Ladd had
not spoken at all.
"I reckon it'll dawn on you after a while," replied Ladd, slipping
"Laddy, go in the house to the women," said Belding. "I'll tend to
"Shore, Tom, in a minute. I've been down the road. An' I found
hoss tracks an' steer tracks goin' across the line. But I seen no
sign of raiders till this mornin'. Slept at Carter's last night.
That raid the other day cleaned him out. He's shootin' mad. Well,
this mornin' I rode plumb into a bunch of Carter's hosses, runnin'
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde:
others feel it. Byron was a symbolic figure, but his relations
were to the passion of his age and its weariness of passion. Mine
were to something more noble, more permanent, of more vital issue,
of larger scope.
The gods had given me almost everything. But I let myself be lured
into long spells of senseless and sensual ease. I amused myself
with being a FLANEUR, a dandy, a man of fashion. I surrounded
myself with the smaller natures and the meaner minds. I became the
spendthrift of my own genius, and to waste an eternal youth gave me
a curious joy. Tired of being on the heights, I deliberately went
to the depths in the search for new sensation. What the paradox