| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Episode Under the Terror by Honore de Balzac: The stranger's fervor was sincere. One emotion blended the prayers of
the four servants of God and the King in a single supplication. The
holy words rang like the music of heaven through the silence. At one
moment, tears gathered in the stranger's eyes. This was during the
Pater Noster; for the priest added a petition in Latin, and his
audience doubtless understood him when he said: "Et remitte scelus
regicidis sicut Ludovicus eis remisit semetipse"--forgive the
regicides as Louis himself forgave them.
The Sisters saw two great tears trace a channel down the stranger's
manly checks and fall to the floor. Then the office for the dead was
recited; the Domine salvum fac regem chanted in an undertone that went
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: she called as loudly as she could:
"Uncle Henry! Uncle Henry!"
But the wind screeched and howled so madly that she scarce heard
her own voice, and the man certainly failed to hear her, for he
did not move.
Dorothy decided she must go to him; so she made a dash forward, during
a lull in the storm, to where a big square chicken-coop had been
lashed to the deck with ropes. She reached this place in safety, but
no sooner had she seized fast hold of the slats of the big box in
which the chickens were kept than the wind, as if enraged because the
little girl dared to resist its power, suddenly redoubled its fury.
Ozma of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: came to the top and saw beyond, and gasped at what he saw.
The
path indeed led straight ahead and slightly down, with the same
lines of high natural walls as before; but on the left hand there
opened out a monstrous space, vast acres in extent, where some
archaic power had riven and rent the native cliffs of onyx in
the form of a giant's quarry. Far back into the solid precipice
ran that cyclopean gouge, and deep down within earth's bowels
its lower delvings yawned. It was no quarry of man, and the concave
sides were scarred with great squares, yards wide, which told
of the size of the blocks once hewn by nameless hands and chisels.
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
