| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Out of Time's Abyss by Edgar Rice Burroughs: hideous offspring whom they hate as they hate their fathers.
A Wieroo keeps his children thus hidden until they are full-grown
lest they be murdered by their fellows. The lower rooms of the
city are filled with many such as these."
Several feet above was a second door beyond which they found a
small room stored with food in wooden vessels. A grated window
in one wall opened above an alley, and through it they could see
that they were just below the roof of the building. Darkness was
coming, and at Bradley's suggestion they decided to remain hidden
here until after dark and then to ascend to the roof and reconnoiter.
Shortly after they had settled themselves they heard something
Out of Time's Abyss |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: unless I mistake, hinted that during that sleep you may have
lived in other shapes! Do you doubt whether we can live after
death?"
"Yes. Sleep induced by secret arts is not death, and during
that sleep the I within might wander and inhabit other shapes,
because it is forbidden to be idle. Moreover, what seems to be
death may not be death, only another form of sleep from which the
I awakes again upon the world. But at last comes the real death,
when the I is extinguished to the world. That much I know,
because my people learned it."
"You mean, you know that men and women may live again and again
When the World Shook |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Art of Writing by Robert Louis Stevenson: miseries of unsuccessful literary toil beyond a period to be
measured in weeks. There must be something for hope to feed
upon. The beginner must have a slant of wind, a lucky vein
must be running, he must be in one of those hours when the
words come and the phrases balance of themselves - EVEN TO
BEGIN. And having begun, what a dread looking forward is
that until the book shall be accomplished! For so long a
time, the slant is to continue unchanged, the vein to keep
running, for so long a time you must keep at command the same
quality of style: for so long a time your puppets are to be
always vital, always consistent, always vigorous! I remember
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