|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Divine Comedy (translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) by Dante Alighieri:
Through occult virtue that from her proceeded
Of ancient love the mighty influence felt.
As soon as on my vision smote the power
Sublime, that had already pierced me through
Ere from my boyhood I had yet come forth,
To the left hand I turned with that reliance
With which the little child runs to his mother,
When he has fear, or when he is afflicted,
To say unto Virgilius: "Not a drachm
Of blood remains in me, that does not tremble;
I know the traces of the ancient flame."
The Divine Comedy (translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Troll Garden and Selected Stories by Willa Cather:
Nils plodded on across the stubble. "Are you really going
to spend the rest of your life like this, night after night,
summer after summer? Haven't you anything better to do on a night
like this than to wear yourself and Norman out tearing across the
country to your father's and back? Besides, your father won't
live forever, you know. His little place will be shut up or
sold, and then you'll have nobody but the Ericsons. You'll have
to fasten down the hatches for the winter then."
Clara moved her head restlessly. "Don't talk about that. I
try never to think of it. If I lost Father I'd lose everything,
even my hold over the Ericsons."
The Troll Garden and Selected Stories
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Plutarch's Lives by A. H. Clough:
agreeable place to retire to in the heat of summer, when the
Etesian winds are so pleasant.
There was at that place a chapel of Apollo, not far from the
sea-side, from which a flight of crows rose with a great noise,
and made towards Cicero's vessel as it rowed to land, and
lighting on both sides of the yard, some croaked, others pecked
the ends of the ropes. This was looked upon by all as an ill
omen; and, therefore, Cicero went again ashore, and entering his
house, lay down upon his bed to compose himself to rest. Many
of the crows settled about the window, making a dismal cawing;
but one of them alighted upon the bed where Cicero lay covered