| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: other places about the side of the temple.
My hands were resting upon a small piece of granite
which formed a part of the wall, and all my weight upon it
proved too much for it. It slipped and I lunged forward.
There was nothing to save myself and I plunged headforemost
into the water below.
Fortunately the tank was deep at this point, and I suffered
no injury from the fall, but as I was rising to the surface
my mind filled with the horrors of my position as I thought
of the terrible doom which awaited me the moment the eyes
of the reptiles fell upon the creature that had disturbed
At the Earth's Core |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: it a waste of time to attempt to escape the perpetual bestial
rage which seems to possess these demon creatures, who rove the
dismal north attacking every living thing that comes within the
scope of their far-seeing eyes.
Even when their bellies are full and they can eat no more,
they kill purely for the pleasure which they derive from taking life,
and so when this particular apt failed to charge us, and instead
wheeled and trotted away as we neared him, I should have been
greatly surprised had I not chanced to glimpse the sheen of a
golden collar about its neck.
The Warlord of Mars |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle: and he looked around him wildly, like a wounded hawk.
Seeing that his strength was going from him, Robin leaped forward, and,
quick as a flash, struck a back-handed blow beneath the sword arm.
Down fell the sword from Guy of Gisbourne's grasp, and back
he staggered at the stroke, and, ere he could regain himself,
Robin's sword passed through and through his body. Round he spun
upon his heel, and, flinging his hands aloft with a shrill,
wild cry, fell prone upon his face upon the green sod.
Then Robin Hood wiped his sword and thrust it back into
the scabbard, and, coming to where Guy of Gisbourne lay,
he stood over him with folded arms, talking to himself the while.
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood |
