| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey: and lifted the huge bulk aloft to the clouds? Cataclysm of nature--the
expanding or shrinking of the earth-vast volcanic action under the surface!
Whatever it had been, it had left its expression of the travail of the
universe. This mountain mass had been hot gas when flung from the parent
sun, and now it was solid granite. What had it endured in the making? What
indeed had been its dimensions before the millions of years of its
struggle?
Eruption, earthquake, avalanche, the attrition of glacier, the erosion of
water, the cracking of frost, the weathering of rain and wind and snow--
these it had eternally fought and resisted in vain, yet still it stood
magnificent, frowning, battle-scarred and undefeated. Its sky-piercing
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Collected Articles by Frederick Douglass: the same general description. Hence many slaves could escape
by personating the owner of one set of papers; and this was often done
as follows: A slave, nearly or sufficiently answering the description
set forth in the papers, would borrow or hire them till by means of them
he could escape to a free State, and then, by mail or otherwise,
would return them to the owner. The operation was a hazardous one for
the lender as well as for the borrower. A failure on the part of
the fugitive to send back the papers would imperil his benefactor,
and the discovery of the papers in possession of the wrong man
would imperil both the fugitive and his friend. It was, therefore,
an act of supreme trust on the part of a freeman of color thus to
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson: Saunter and see the roses bloom.
That these might live, what thousands died!
All day the cruel hoe was plied;
The ambulance barrow rolled all day;
Your wife, the tender, kind, and gay,
Donned her long gauntlets, caught the spud,
And bathed in vegetable blood;
And the long massacre now at end,
See! where the lazy coils ascend,
See, where the bonfire sputters red
At even, for the innocent dead.
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