|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Phaedrus by Plato:
whom he beholds in company with Modesty like an image placed upon a holy
pedestal. He sees her, but he is afraid and falls backwards in adoration,
and by his fall is compelled to pull back the reins with such violence as
to bring both the steeds on their haunches, the one willing and
unresisting, the unruly one very unwilling; and when they have gone back a
little, the one is overcome with shame and wonder, and his whole soul is
bathed in perspiration; the other, when the pain is over which the bridle
and the fall had given him, having with difficulty taken breath, is full of
wrath and reproaches, which he heaps upon the charioteer and his fellow-
steed, for want of courage and manhood, declaring that they have been false
to their agreement and guilty of desertion. Again they refuse, and again
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
Therefore, after an hour's hard running, the Griffin's breath began to fail,
and it panted and gasped painfully, and moved more slowly than before. Then
it reached the edge of the desert and began racing across the deep sands.
But its tired feet sank far
into the sand, and in a few minutes the Griffin fell forward, completely
exhausted, and lay still upon the desert waste.
Glinda came up a moment later, riding the still vigorous Saw-Horse; and
having unwound a slender golden thread from her girdle the Sorceress threw
it over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin, and so destroyed the
magical power of Mombi's transformation.
The Marvelous Land of Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Georgics by Virgil:
By dark Styx frowned on, and the abysmal shades.
Here glides the huge Snake forth with sinuous coils
'Twixt the two Bears and round them river-wise-
The Bears that fear 'neath Ocean's brim to dip.
There either, say they, reigns the eternal hush
Of night that knows no seasons, her black pall
Thick-mantling fold on fold; or thitherward
From us returning Dawn brings back the day;
And when the first breath of his panting steeds
On us the Orient flings, that hour with them
Red Vesper 'gins to trim his his 'lated fires.