|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton:
"Oh," she sobbed, "you were there? You were watching?"
He held her to him, and the currents flowed between them warm
and full as on the night of their moon over Como.
In a trice, after that, she had the matter in hand and her
forces marshalled. The taxi was paid, Nick's luggage deposited
in the vestibule, and the children, just piling down to
breakfast, were summoned in to hear the news.
It was apparent that, seasoned to surprises as they were, Nick's
presence took them aback. But when, between laughter and
embraces, his identity, and his right to be where he was, had
been made clear to them, Junie dismissed the matter by asking
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde:
regarded sin and suffering as being in themselves beautiful holy
things and modes of perfection.
It seems a very dangerous idea. It is - all great ideas are
dangerous. That it was Christ's creed admits of no doubt. That it
is the true creed I don't doubt myself.
Of course the sinner must repent. But why? Simply because
otherwise he would be unable to realise what he had done. The
moment of repentance is the moment of initiation. More than that:
it is the means by which one alters one's past. The Greeks thought
that impossible. They often say in their Gnomic aphorisms, 'Even
the Gods cannot alter the past.' Christ showed that the commonest
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Main Street by Sinclair Lewis:
Twice a week, at least, she drove into the country with
Kennicott, to hunt ducks in lakes enameled with sunset, or to
call on patients who looked up to her as the squire's lady and
thanked her for toys and magazines. Evenings she went with
her husband to the motion pictures and was boisterously greeted
by every other couple; or, till it became too cold, they sat on
the porch, bawling to passers-by in motors, or to neighbors who
were raking the leaves. The dust became golden in the low
sun; the street was filled with the fragrance of burning leaves.
But she hazily wanted some one to whom she could say