|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling:
the roads against 'em, people set a hollowed stone, pot, or pan,
where such as would purchase victual from outside may lay
money and the paper of their wants, and depart. Those that
would sell come later - what will a man not do for gain? - snatch
the money forth, and leave in exchange such goods as their
conscience reckons fair value. I saw a silver groat in the water, and
the man's list of what he would buy was rain-pulped in his wet hand.
'"My wife! Oh, my wife and babes!" says Jack of a sudden,
and makes uphill - I with him.
'A woman peers out from behind a barn, crying out that the
village is stricken with the plague, and that for our lives' sake we
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
apron full of flowers along the way, and left a long cry
trailing behind the chariot; and many mothers, to whose ears it
came, ran quickly to see if any mischief had befallen their
children. But Mother Ceres was a great way off, and could not
hear the cry.
As they rode on, the stranger did his best to soothe her.
"Why should you be so frightened, my pretty child?" said he,
trying to soften his rough voice. "I promise not to do you any
harm. What! you have been gathering flowers? Wait till we come
to my palace, and I will give you a garden full of prettier
flowers than those, all made of pearls, and diamonds, and
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:
slope beneath. Far down was a great patch of fire. It was like a crazy
quilt, here dark, there light, with streaks and stars and streams of fire
shining out of the blackness. Masses of slow-moving smoke overhung the
brighter areas. The night robbed the forest fire of its fierceness and lent
it a kind of glory. The fire had ceased to move; it had spent its force,
run its race, and was now dying. But I could not forget what it had been,
what it had done. Thousands of acres of magnificent pines had perished. The
shade and color and beauty of that part of the forest had gone. The heart
of the great trees was now slowly rolling away in those dark, weird clouds
of smoke. I was sad for the loss and sick with fear for Dick and Hiram.
Herky must have known my mind.
The Young Forester