| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Walden by Henry David Thoreau: It was the only open and cultivated field for a great distance on
either side of the road, so they made the most of it; and sometimes
the man in the field heard more of travellers' gossip and comment
than was meant for his ear: "Beans so late! peas so late!" -- for I
continued to plant when others had begun to hoe -- the ministerial
husbandman had not suspected it. "Corn, my boy, for fodder; corn
for fodder." "Does he live there?" asks the black bonnet of the
gray coat; and the hard-featured farmer reins up his grateful dobbin
to inquire what you are doing where he sees no manure in the furrow,
and recommends a little chip dirt, or any little waste stuff, or it
may be ashes or plaster. But here were two acres and a half of
Walden |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible: ISA 65:21 And they shall build houses, and inhabit them; and they shall
plant vineyards, and eat the fruit of them.
ISA 65:22 They shall not build, and another inhabit; they shall not
plant, and another eat: for as the days of a tree are the days of my
people, and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands.
ISA 65:23 They shall not labour in vain, nor bring forth for trouble;
for they are the seed of the blessed of the LORD, and their offspring
with them.
ISA 65:24 And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will
answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.
ISA 65:25 The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall
King James Bible |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: keep his eye on the stew-pots, and it occurred to me that Greaser had
better keep his eye on Ken Ward. When I saw Bud lie down I remembered what
Dick had whispered. I pretended to be absorbed in my fishing, but really I
was watching Greaser. As usual, he was smoking, and appeared listless, but
he still held on to the lasso.
Suddenly I saw a big blue revolver lying on a stone and I could even catch
the glint of brass shells in the cylinder. It was not close to Bud nor so
very close to Greaser. If he should drop the lasso! A wild idea possessed
me--held me in its grip. just then the stew-pot boiled over. There was a
sputter and a cloud of steam, Greaser lazily swore in Mexican; he got up to
move the stew-pot and dropped the lasso.
The Young Forester |
