|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells:
because it is my nature to mate. I want fellowship because I
am a social animal and I want it from another social animal.
Not from any God--any inconceivable God. Who fades and
disappears. No. . . .
"Perhaps that other need will fade presently. I do not know.
Perhaps it lasts as long as life does. How can I tell?"
He was silent for a little while. Then his voice sounded in
the night, as if he spoke to himself. "But as for the God of
All Things consoling and helping! Imagine it! That up there--
having fellowship with me! I would as soon think of cooling
my throat with the Milky Way or shaking hands with those
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
and, though Tarzan did not guess it, he hated the ape-man
with a ferocity that he was able to hide only
because the dominant spirit of the nobler creature had
inspired within him a species of dread which was as
powerful as it was inexplicable to him.
These two, then, were to be Tarzan's companions upon
his return to the village of Achmet Zek. As they set
off, the balance of the tribe vouchsafed them but a
parting stare, and then resumed the serious business of
Tarzan found difficulty in keeping the minds of his
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell:
but I stood there and listened. One more heavy groan from Smith;
but though he now lay in the full moonlight I could see no motion.
I could do nothing for him nor myself, but, oh! how I listened for the sound
of horse, or wheels, or footsteps! The road was not much frequented,
and at this time of the night we might stay for hours before help came to us.
I stood watching and listening. It was a calm, sweet April night;
there were no sounds but a few low notes of a nightingale,
and nothing moved but the white clouds near the moon and a brown owl
that flitted over the hedge. It made me think of the summer nights long ago,
when I used to lie beside my mother in the green pleasant meadow
at Farmer Grey's.