| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Earth's Core by Edgar Rice Burroughs: a small super-heated core of gaseous matter remaining
within a huge vacant interior left by the contraction
of the cooling gases. The equal attraction of the solid
crust from all directions maintained this luminous core
in the exact center of the hollow globe. What remains
of it is the sun you saw today--a relatively tiny thing
at the exact center of the earth. Equally to every part
of this inner world it diffuses its perpetual noonday light
and torrid heat.
"This inner world must have cooled sufficiently to
support animal life long ages after life appeared upon
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young: She kept still so long that at last she began to be afraid to move
at all, and she got afraid even to crook up her little finger for
fear it would pop off loud,--she had kept still so long that all her
round little fingers and her round little legs felt so stiff.
Then one, great grown person said: ``She seems a very quiet child.''
And the other said: ``She is a very quiet child--sometimes.''
But just then Bessie Bell turned her head, and though her round
little neck felt stiff it did not pop!--and she saw--something in
a corner that was blue, green, and brown, and soft, and she forgot
how afraid to move she was, and she forgot how stiff she thought she
was, and she forgot how still she was told to be, and she jumped up
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: "But...but.., oh, thank God that you at least are safe, Dick!"
"How did you escape?" quoth Diana.
"How?" He started as if he had been stung. He laughed in a high,
cracked voice, his eyes wild and bloodshot. "How? Perhaps it is just
as well that Blake has gone to his account. Perhaps.. ." He checked
on the word, and started to his feet; Diana screamed in sheer aifright.
Behind her the windows had been thrust open so violently that one of
the panes was shivered. Blake stood under the lintel, scarce
recognizable, so smeared was his face with the blood escaping from the
wound his cheek had taken. His clothes were muddied, soiled, torn, and
disordered.
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