|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey:
possess under happy conditions. He was about to start when he
observed that Ladd had halted and was peering ahead in evident
caution. Mercedes' horse began to stamp impatiently, raised his
hears and head, and acted as if he was about to neigh.
A warning "hist!" from Ladd bade Dick to put a quieting hand on
the horse. Lash came noiselessly forward to join his companion.
The two then listened and watched.
An uneasy yet thrilling stir ran through Gale's veins. This scene
was not fancy. These men of the ranges had heard or seen or
scented danger. It was all real, as tangible and sure as the
touch of Mercedes's hand upon his arm. Probably for her the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Phaedrus by Plato:
transformed into the other, or how soon the noble but fleeting aspiration
may return into the nature of the animal, while the lower instinct which is
latent always remains. The intermediate sentimentalism, which has
exercised so great an influence on the literature of modern Europe, had no
place in the classical times of Hellas; the higher love, of which Plato
speaks, is the subject, not of poetry or fiction, but of philosophy.
Secondly, there seems to be indicated a natural yearning of the human mind
that the great ideas of justice, temperance, wisdom, should be expressed in
some form of visible beauty, like the absolute purity and goodness which
Christian art has sought to realize in the person of the Madonna. But
although human nature has often attempted to represent outwardly what can
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from American Notes by Rudyard Kipling:
perpendicular ascent to begin with, for the ground rises more
than the river drops. Stately pine woods fringe either lip of
the gorge, which is the gorge of the Yellowstone. You'll find all
about it in the guide books.
All that I can say is that without warning or preparation I
looked into a gulf seventeen hundred feet deep, with eagles and
fish-hawks circling far below. And the sides of that gulf were
one wild welter of color--crimson, emerald, cobalt, ochre, amber,
honey splashed with port wine, snow white, vermilion, lemon, and
silver gray in wide washes. The sides did not fall sheer, but
were graven by time, and water, and air into monstrous heads of