| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Master of Ballantrae by Robert Louis Stevenson: CHAPTER IX. - MR. MACKELLAR'S JOURNEY WITH THE MASTER.
The chaise came to the door in a strong drenching mist. We took
our leave in silence: the house of Durrisdeer standing with
dropping gutters and windows closed, like a place dedicate to
melancholy. I observed the Master kept his head out, looking back
on these splashed walls and glimmering roofs, till they were
suddenly swallowed in the mist; and I must suppose some natural
sadness fell upon the man at this departure; or was it some
provision of the end? At least, upon our mounting the long brae
from Durrisdeer, as we walked side by side in the wet, he began
first to whistle and then to sing the saddest of our country tunes,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: Save those who are patient and do right; these- for them is pardon and
a mighty hire!
Haply thou art leaving part of what is revealed to thee and thy
breast is straitened thereby, lest they should say, 'Why is not a
treasure sent down to him? or why did not an angel come with him?-
thou art only a warner, and God is guardian over all.'
Or they will say, 'He hath devised it;' say, 'Bring ten surahs
like it devised; and call upon whom ye can beside God, if ye do tell
the truth!' And if they do not answer, then know that it is revealed
by the knowledge of God, and that there is no god but He- are ye
then resigned?
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: them, and so we groped our way slowly along, doing the best we
could to keep to one general direction in the hope that it would
eventually lead us to an opening into the outer world. When I
struck matches, I noticed that the walls bore no paintings; nor
was there other sign that man had penetrated this far within
the cliff, nor any spoor of animals of other kinds.
It would be difficult to guess at the time we spent wandering
through those black corridors, climbing steep ascents, feeling
our way along the edges of bottomless pits, never knowing at what
moment we might be plunged into some abyss and always haunted
by the ever-present terror of death by starvation and thirst.
The People That Time Forgot |
