|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Maggie: A Girl of the Streets by Stephen Crane:
In a semi-comatose state he conducted her on board an up-town car,
ostentatiously paid her fare, leered kindly at her through the
rear window and fell off the steps.
A forlorn woman went along a lighted avenue. The street was
filled with people desperately bound on missions. An endless crowd
darted at the elevated station stairs and the horse cars were
thronged with owners of bundles.
The pace of the forlorn woman was slow. She was apparently
searching for some one. She loitered near the doors of saloons and
watched men emerge from them. She scanned furtively the faces in
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft:
one being due to return thither in only a month, and Ngranek is
but two days' zebra-ride from that port. But few had seen the
stone face of the god, because it is on a very difficult side
of Ngranek, which overlooks only sheer crags and a valley of sinister
lava. Once the gods were angered with men on that side, and spoke
of the matter to the Other Gods.
It was hard to get this information
from the traders and sailors in Dylath-Leen's sea taverns, because
they mostly preferred to whisper of the black galleys. One of
them was due in a week with rubies from its unknown shore, and
the townsfolk dreaded to see it dock. The mouths of the men who
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde:
Of a new Helen would I bid her hand the apple take.
Then rise supreme Athena argent-limbed!
And, if my lips be musicless, inspire
At least my life: was not thy glory hymned
By One who gave to thee his sword and lyre
Like AEschylos at well-fought Marathon,
And died to show that Milton's England still could bear a son!
And yet I cannot tread the Portico
And live without desire, fear and pain,
Or nurture that wise calm which long ago
The grave Athenian master taught to men,