|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Reign of King Edward the Third by William Shakespeare:
Dismiss their biting whinyards, till your King
Cry out: Enough, spare England now for pity!
Farewell, and tell him that you leave us here
Before this Castle; say, you came from us,
Even when we had that yielded to our hands.
I take my leave, and fairly will return
Your acceptable greeting to my king.
Now, Douglas, to our former task again,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
of yellow brick that led straight to the jewel-studded gates.
Everywhere the people turned out to greet their beloved Ozma, and to
hail joyfully the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion,
who were popular favorites. Dorothy, too, remembered some of the
people, who had befriended her on the occasion of her first visit to
Oz, and they were well pleased to see the little Kansas girl again,
and showered her with compliments and good wishes.
At one place, where they stopped to refresh themselves, Ozma accepted
a bowl of milk from the hands of a pretty dairy-maid. Then she looked
at the girl more closely, and exclaimed:
"Why, it's Jinjur--isn't it!"
Ozma of Oz
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson:
the night fell dark, and the neighbour lights of Skerryvore and
Rhu-val were quenched in fog, and the men sat prisoned high up in
their iron drum, that then resounded with the lashing of the
sprays. Fear sat with them in their sea-beleaguered dwelling; and
the colour changed in anxious faces when some greater billow struck
the barrack, and its pillars quivered and sprang under the blow.
It was then that the foreman builder, Mr. Goodwillie, whom I see
before me still in his rock-habit of undecipherable rags, would get
his fiddle down and strike up human minstrelsy amid the music of
the storm. But it was in sunshine only that I saw Dhu-Heartach;
and it was in sunshine, or the yet lovelier summer afterglow, that