|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy:
Let every nation know. . .whether it wishes us well or ill. . .
that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship,
support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and
the success of liberty. This much we pledge. . .and more.
To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share:
we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United. . .there is
little we cannot do in a host of co-operative ventures.
Divided. . .there is little we can do. . .for we dare not meet
a powerful challenge, at odds, and split asunder.
To those new states whom we welcome to the ranks of the free:
we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not
|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:
of red tiled roofs and cobbled ways and the pleasant fields beyond,
all mellow and magical in the slanted light, he swore that Ulthar
would be a very likely place to dwell in always, were not the
memory of a greater sunset city ever goading one onward toward
unknown perils. Then twilight fell, and the pink walls of the
plastered gables turned violet and mystic, and little yellow lights
floated up one by one from old lattice windows. And sweet bells
pealed in. the temple tower above, and the first star winked softly
above the meadows across the Skai. With the night came song, and
Carter nodded as the lutanists praised ancient days from beyond
the filigreed balconies and tesselated courts of simple Ulthar.
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving:
but merely advert to it, for the sake of being precise and
authentic. Not far from this village, perhaps about two miles,
there is a little valley or rather lap of land among high hills,
which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small
brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to
repose; and the occasional whistle of a quail or tapping of a
woodpecker is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the
I recollect that, when a stripling, my first exploit in
squirrel-shooting was in a grove of tall walnut-trees that shades
one side of the valley. I had wandered into it at noontime, when
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow