| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Macbeth by William Shakespeare: There's nothing serious in Mortalitie:
All is but Toyes: Renowne and Grace is dead,
The Wine of Life is drawne, and the meere Lees
Is left this Vault, to brag of.
Enter Malcolme and Donalbaine.
Donal. What is amisse?
Macb. You are, and doe not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt
Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd
Mal. Oh, by whom?
Macbeth |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: which he had not yet looked at. It was carelessly nailed down. He
loosened one plank, and began to lift out various articles of female
attire--old-fashioned caps, aprons, dresses with long pointed bodies such
as he remembered to have seen his mother wear when he was a little child.
He shook them out carefully to see there were no moths, and then sat down
to fold them up again one by one. They had belonged to Em's mother, and
the box, as packed at her death, had stood untouched and forgotten these
long years. She must have been a tall woman, that mother of Em's, for when
he stood up to shake out a dress the neck was on a level with his, and the
skirt touched the ground. Gregory laid a nightcap out on his knee, and
began rolling up the strings; but presently his fingers moved slower and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: For those rebellious; here their prison ordained
In utter darkness, and their portion set,
As far removed from God and light of Heaven
As from the centre thrice to th' utmost pole.
Oh how unlike the place from whence they fell!
There the companions of his fall, o'erwhelmed
With floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire,
He soon discerns; and, weltering by his side,
One next himself in power, and next in crime,
Long after known in Palestine, and named
Beelzebub. To whom th' Arch-Enemy,
Paradise Lost |
