|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson:
such a house, nor yet such calabashes; and the eddy set for the
ladder. "This is singular," said the missionary, "but there can be
nothing in it." And he laid hold of the ladder and went up. It
was a fine house; but there was no man there; and when the
missionary looked back he saw no island, only the heaving of the
sea. "It is strange about the island," said the missionary, "but
who's afraid? my stories are the true ones." And he laid hold of a
calabash, for he was one that loved curiosities. Now he had no
sooner laid hand upon the calabash than that which he handled, and
that which he saw and stood on, burst like a bubble and was gone;
and night closed upon him, and the waters, and the meshes of the
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran:
twice!-they look shall return to thee driven back and dulled!
And we have adorned the lower heaven with lamps; and set them to
pelt the devils with; and we have prepared for them the torment of the
And for those who disbelieve in their Lord is the torment of hell,
and an evil journey shall it be!
When they shall be cast therein they shall hear its braying as it
boils--it will well-nigh burst for rage!
Whenever a troop of them is thrown in, its treasurers shall ask
them, 'Did not a warner come to you?'
They shall say, 'Yea! a warner came to us, and we called him liar,
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde:
It is because I know everything about his life, not because he knows
anything about mine. With such blood as he has in his veins, how could
his record be clean? You ask me about Henry Ashton and young Perth.
Did I teach the one his vices, and the other his debauchery?
If Kent's silly son takes his wife from the streets, what is that to me?
If Adrian Singleton writes his friend's name across a bill, am I his keeper?
I know how people chatter in England. The middle classes air their moral
prejudices over their gross dinner-tables, and whisper about what they
call the profligacies of their betters in order to try and pretend
that they are in smart society and on intimate terms with the people
they slander. In this country, it is enough for a man to have
The Picture of Dorian Gray