| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Grimm's Fairy Tales by Brothers Grimm: entered it he heard a sound of screaming as if a little child were
there. He followed the sound, and at last came to a high tree, and at
the top of this a little child was sitting, for the mother had fallen
asleep under the tree with the child, and a bird of prey had seen it
in her arms, had flown down, snatched it away, and set it on the high
tree.
The forester climbed up, brought the child down, and thought to
himself: 'You will take him home with you, and bring him up with your
Lina.' He took it home, therefore, and the two children grew up
together. And the one, which he had found on a tree was called
Fundevogel, because a bird had carried it away. Fundevogel and Lina
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Large Catechism by Dr. Martin Luther: commandments] is sought and prayed for and received continually.
Therefore all their boasting amounts to as much as if I boasted and
said: To be sure, I have not a penny to make payment with, but I
confidently undertake to pay ten florins.
All this I say and urge in order that men might become rid of the sad
misuse which has taken such deep root and still cleaves to everybody,
and in all estates upon earth become used to looking hither only, and
to being concerned about these matters. For it will be a long time
before they will produce a doctrine or estates equal to the Ten
Commandments, because they are so high that no one can attain to them
by human power; and whoever does attain to them is a heavenly, angelic
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Buttered Side Down by Edna Ferber: as they do in the cartoons, you would have seen that it was not the
peaches, or the prickly pears, or the strawberries, or the
muskmelon or even the grapes, that held her eye. In the center of
that wonderful window was an oddly woven basket. In the basket
were brown things that looked like sweet potatoes. One knew that
they were not. A sign over the basket informed the puzzled gazer
that these were maymeys from Cuba.
Maymeys from Cuba. The humor of it might have struck Jennie
if she had not been so Scotch, and so hungry. As it was, a slow,
sullen, heavy Scotch wrath rose in her breast. Maymeys from Cuba.
The wantonness of it! Peaches? Yes. Grapes, even, and pears
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