| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: But one can't make use of just anyone's divinity. I can see
the divinity in Martineau but it leaves me cold. He tired me
and bored me. . . . But I live on you. It's only through love
that the God can reach over from one human being to another.
All real love is a divine thing, a reassurance, a release of
courage. It is wonderful enough that we should take food and
drink and turn them into imagination, invention and creative
energy; it is still more wonderful that we should take an
animal urging and turn it into a light to discover beauty and
an impulse towards the utmost achievements of which we are
capable. All love is a sacrament and all lovers are priests
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: safety. All were substantial men from Tarbes--solid burgesses;
and I was not long in guessing that my host, fearing what might
leak out before them, and, particularly, that I might refer to
the previous night's disturbance, was on tenter-hooks while they
remained.
For a time this did not suggest anything to me. But when we had
all taken our seats for supper, there came an addition to the
party. The door opened, and the fellow whom I had seen the night
before with Madame de Cocheforet entered and took a stool by the
fire. I felt sure that he was one of the servants at the
Chateau; and in a flash his presence inspired me with the most
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Extracts From Adam's Diary by Mark Twain: home when it first came, and she told me she found it in the woods.
It seems odd that it should be the only one, yet it must be so,
for I have worn myself out these many weeks trying to find another
one to add to my collection, and for this one to play with; for
surely then it would be quieter, and we could tame it more easily.
But I find none, nor any vestige of any; and strangest of all, no
tracks. It has to live on the ground, it cannot help itself;
therefore, how does it get about without leaving a track? I have
set a dozen traps, but they do no good. I catch all small animals
except that one; animals that merely go into the trap out of
curiosity, I think, to see what the milk is there for. They never
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