|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moran of the Lady Letty by Frank Norris:
Without ado, he flung him down into the darkness below; and while
Wilbur, dizzied by the fall, sat on the floor at the foot of the
vertical companion-ladder, gazing about him with distended eyes,
there rained down upon his head, first an oilskin coat, then a
sou'wester, a pair of oilskin breeches, woolen socks, and a plug
of tobacco. Above him, down the contracted square of the hatch,
came the bellowing of the Captain's voice:
"There's your fit-out, Mister Lilee of the Vallee, which the same
our dear friend Jim makes a present of and no charge, because he
loves you so. You're allowed two minutes to change, an' it is to
be hoped as how you won't force me to come for to assist."
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Macbeth by William Shakespeare:
Till Birnane Forrest come to Dunsinane
Doct. Were I from Dunsinane away, and cleere,
Profit againe should hardly draw me heere.
Drum and Colours. Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe,
Menteth, Cathnes, Angus, and Soldiers Marching.
Malc. Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
That Chambers will be safe
Ment. We doubt it nothing
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake:
Thy wine doth purify the golden honey; thy perfume.
Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs
Revives the milked cow, & tames the fire-breathing steed.
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun:
I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky.
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air.
Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
Poems of William Blake