|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot:
Groan with continual surges; and behind me
Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilted Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Display me Aeolus above
Reviewing the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne's hair
And swell with haste the perjured sails.
Morning stirs the feet and hands
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Chronicles of the Canongate by Walter Scott:
him before he reached Edinburgh, and march as a prisoner with the
party. The soldier added, 'You have known me since I was a
child; you know my country and kindred; and you may believe I
shall never bring you to any blame by a breach of the promise I
now make, to be with you in full time to be delivered up in the
Castle.' This was a startling proposal to the officer, who was a
judicious, humane man, and knew perfectly his risk and
responsibility in yielding to such an extraordinary application.
However, his confidence was such, that he complied with the
request of the prisoner, who returned to Glasgow at night,
settled his business, and left the town before daylight to redeem
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
"I do not know," he replied. "Never have I been
here before, nor ever have I cared to do so."
"Come," suggested Thuvia, "let us explore.
There must be a way out."
Together the three approached the doorway through
which Komal had entered the apartment that was to have
witnessed their deaths. Beyond was a low-roofed lair,
with a small door at the far end.
This, to their delight, opened to the lifting of an
ordinary latch, letting them into a circular arena,
Thuvia, Maid of Mars