|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Danny's Own Story by Don Marquis:
nice thing to listen to itself. But if you can see
the stars you get to wondering more'n ever. They
come out and they is so many of them and they
are so fur away, and yet they are so kind o' friendly-
like, too, if you happen to be feeling purty good.
But if you ain't feeling purty good, jest lay there and
look at them stars long enough; and then mebby
you'll see it don't make no difference whether
you're feeling good or not, fur they got a way o'
making your private troubles look mighty small.
And you get to wondering why that is, too, fur they
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley:
that; for they are forced to call everything by long names now,
because they have used up all the short ones, ever since they took
to making nine species out of one. But - what would all the
learned men say to him after his speech at the British Association?
And what would Ellie say, after what he had just told her?
There was a wise old heathen once, who said, "Maxima debetur pueris
reverentia" - The greatest reverence is due to children; that is,
that grown people should never say or do anything wrong before
children, lest they should set them a bad example. - Cousin
Cramchild says it means, "The greatest respectfulness is expected
from little boys." But he was raised in a country where little
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Ballads by Robert Louis Stevenson:
A word that began to go round, a word, a whisper, a start:
Hope that leaped in the bosom, fear that knocked on the heart:
"See, the priest is not risen - look, for his door is fast!
He is going to name the victims; he is going to help us at last."
Thrice rose the sun to noon; and ever, like one of the dead,
The priest lay still in his house with the roar of the sea in his head;
There was never a foot on the floor, there was never a whisper of speech;
Only the leering tikis stared on the blinding beach.
Again were the mountains fired, again the morning broke;
And all the houses lay still, but the house of the priest awoke.
Close in their covering roofs lay and trembled the clan,