|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell:
daily bread, for the question whether life were worth while was as
futile then as now, and as inconceivable really as 4-dimensional
We are then conscious of individuality as a force within ourselves.
But our knowledge by no means ends there; for we are aware of it in
the case of others as well.
About certain people there exists a subtle something which leaves
its impress indelibly upon the consciousness of all who come in
contact with them. This something is a power, but a power of so
indefinable a description that we beg definition by calling it
simply the personality of the man. It is not a matter of subsequent
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Personal Record by Joseph Conrad:
or so. This relative of ours happened to be an Austrian officer
who had left the service after the battle of Austerlitz. Unlike
Mr. Nicholas B., who concealed his decorations, he liked to
display his honourable discharge in which he was mentioned as un
schreckbar (fearless) before the enemy. No conjunction could
seem more unpromising, yet it stands in the family tradition that
these two got on very well together in their rural solitude.
When asked whether he had not been sorely tempted during the
Hundred Days to make his way again to France and join the service
of his beloved Emperor, Mr. Nicholas B. used to mutter: "No
money. No horse. Too far to walk."
A Personal Record
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
third and last time. What do you command?"
"Go to the strangers who are within my land and destroy them
all except the Lion," said the Wicked Witch. "Bring that beast to
me, for I have a mind to harness him like a horse, and make him work."
"Your commands shall be obeyed," said the leader. Then, with
a great deal of chattering and noise, the Winged Monkeys flew away
to the place where Dorothy and her friends were walking.
Some of the Monkeys seized the Tin Woodman and carried him
through the air until they were over a country thickly covered
with sharp rocks. Here they dropped the poor Woodman, who fell a
great distance to the rocks, where he lay so battered and dented
The Wizard of Oz