|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
friend the Lion, and the Woozy snored so loudly that the Patchwork
Girl covered his square head with her apron to deaden the sound.
CZAROVER OF HERKU
Trot wakened just as the sun rose, and slipping out of the blankets,
went to the edge of the Great Orchard and looked across the plain.
Something glittered in the far distance. "That looks like another
city," she said half aloud.
"And another city it is," declared Scraps, who had crept to Trot's
side unheard, for her stuffed feet made no sound. "The Sawhorse and I
made a journey in the dark while you were all asleep, and we found
The Lost Princess of Oz
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Art of War by Sun Tzu:
Palace, brilliant results will hardly be achieved. Hence the
god-like ruler and the enlightened monarch are content to play a
humble part in furthering their country's cause [lit., kneel down
to push the chariot wheel]." This means that "in matters lying
outside the zenana, the decision of the military commander must
be absolute." Chang Yu also quote the saying: "Decrees from the
Son of Heaven do not penetrate the walls of a camp."]
24. The general who advances without coveting fame and
retreats without fearing disgrace,
[It was Wellington, I think, who said that the hardest thing
of all for a soldier is to retreat.]
The Art of War
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa:
These are magic bags which never grow empty. I am blind and cannot
go on a hunt. Hence a kind Maker has given me these magic bags of
Then the old, bent man pulled at a rope which lay by his right
hand. "This leads me to the brook where I drink! and this," said
he, turning to the one on his left, "and this takes me into the
forest, where I feel about for dry sticks for my fire."
"Grandfather, I wish I lived in such sure luxury! I would
lean back against a tent pole, and with crossed feet I would smoke
sweet willow bark the rest of my days," sighed Manstin.
"My grandchild, your eyes are your luxury! you would be