|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac:
Falberg, had you seen him praying, you would not ask me that question.
You would say, like Monsieur Wilfrid, that he saw his Seraphita for
the first time in our temple, 'It is the Spirit of Prayer.'"
These words were followed by a moment's silence.
"Ah, truly!" said Wilfrid, "she has nothing in common with the
creatures who grovel upon this earth."
"On the Falberg!" said the old pastor, "how could you get there?"
"I do not know," replied Minna; "the way is like a dream to me, of
which no more than a memory remains. Perhaps I should hardly believe
that I had been there were it not for this tangible proof."
She drew the flower from her bosom and showed it to them. All three
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum:
to granite. With some difficulty and danger Jim drew the buggy over
the loose rocks until he reached the green lawns below, where the
paths and orchards and gardens began. The nearest cottage was still
some distance away.
"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out
of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
"Yes, indeed!" answered Zeb. "We were lucky to get away from those
dreadful vegetable people."
"It wouldn't be so bad," remarked the Wizard, gazing around him, "if
we were obliged to live here always. We couldn't find a prettier
place, I'm sure."
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Polly of the Circus by Margaret Mayo:
Polly and Bingo always made the audience "sit up" when they swept
into the ring. She was so young, so gaily clad, so light and
joyous in all her poses. She seemed scarcely to touch the back
of the white horse, as they dashed round the ring in the glare of
the tent lights. The other performers went through their work
mechanically while Polly rode, for they knew the audience was
watching her only.
As for Polly, her work had never lost its first interest. Jim
may have been right when he said that the spirit of the dead
mother had got into her; but it must have been an unsatisfied
spirit, unable to fulfil its ambition in the body that once held