| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson: not to rise, for there it is standing in his window, and no word
with it. So he will say to himsel', THE CLAN IS NOT TO RISE, BUT
THERE IS SOMETHING. Then he will see my button, and that was
Duncan Stewart's. And then he will say to himsel', THE SON OF
DUNCAN IS IN THE HEATHER, AND HAS NEED OF ME."
"Well," said I, "it may be. But even supposing so, there is a
good deal of heather between here and the Forth."
"And that is a very true word," says Alan. "But then John Breck
will see the sprig of birch and the sprig of pine; and he will
say to himsel' (if he is a man of any penetration at all, which I
misdoubt), ALAN WILL BE LYING IN A WOOD WHICH IS BOTH OF PINES
Kidnapped |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake: Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The sexes sprung from shame and pride,
Blowed in the morn, in evening died;
But mercy changed death into sleep;
The sexes rose to work and weep.
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Songs of Innocence and Experience |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: Condy and Blix sat looking down upon the city in these last
moments of the passing year, feeling upon their faces an
occasional touch of the breeze, that carried with it the smell of
trees and flowers from the gardens below them, and the faint fine
taint of the ocean from far out beyond the Heads. But the scene
was not in reality silent. At times when they listened intently,
especially when they closed their eyes, there came to them a
subdued, steady bourdon, profound, unceasing, a vast, numb murmur,
like no other sound in all the gamut of nature--the sound of a
city at night, the hum of a great, conglomerate life, wrought out
there from moment to moment under the stars and under the moon,
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