|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Nada the Lily by H. Rider Haggard:
Jikiza had covered nearly half the space between him and the gate,
then with a roar he leaped forward, as light leaps from a cloud, and
so fast did his feet fly that the watchers could scarce see them move.
Jikiza fled fast also, yet he seemed but as one who stands still. Now
he reached the gate of the kraal, now there was rush, a light of
downward falling steel, and something swept past him. Then, behold!
Jikiza fell in the gateway of the cattle kraal, and all saw that he
was dead, smitten to death by that mighty axe Groan-Maker, which he
and his fathers had held for many years.
A great shout went up from the crowd of watchers when they knew that
Jikiza the Unconquered was killed at last, and there were many who
Nada the Lily
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln:
Now we are engaged in a great civil war. . .testing whether
that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated. . .
can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war.
We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place
for those who here gave their lives that this nation might live.
It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate. . .we cannot consecrate. . .
we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead,
who struggled here have consecrated it, far above our poor power
to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember,
what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell:
was there, hidden, somewhere. If she could only reach it! If she
could only reach it she would be safe! But terror was weakening
her legs, hunger making her faint. She gave one despairing cry and
awoke to find Melanie's worried face above her and Melanie's hand
shaking her to wakefulness.
The dream returned again and again, whenever she went to sleep with
an empty stomach. And that was frequently enough. It so
frightened her that she feared to sleep, although she feverishly
told herself there was nothing in such a dream to be afraid of.
There was nothing in a dream about fog to scare her so. Nothing at
all--yet the thought of dropping off into that mist-filled country
Gone With the Wind