| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water?
Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall.
Ah! Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a reflection in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air:
Ah! gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head.
And gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gently hear the voice
Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas: 12 GEORGE VILLIERS, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM
Mme. Bonacieux and the duke entered the Louvre without
difficulty. Mme. Bonacieux was known to belong to the queen; the
duke wore the uniform of the Musketeers of M. de Treville, who,
as we have said, were that evening on guard. Besides, Germain
was in the interests of the queen; and if anything should happen,
Mme. Bonacieux would be accused of having introduced her lover
into the Louvre, that was all. She took the risk upon herself.
Her reputation would be lost, it is true; but of what value in
the world was the reputation of the little wife of a mercer?
Once within the interior of the court, the duke and the young
 The Three Musketeers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson: substantial curtain than its moon-thrown shadow; sometimes
again it crawled upon the earth, and I would walk in it, no
higher than to my shoulders, like some mountain fog. But,
one way or another, the smoke of that ill-omened furnace
protected the first steps of my escape, and led me unobserved
to the canyon.
There, sure enough, I found a taciturn and sombre man beside
a pair of saddle-horses; and thenceforward, all night long,
we wandered in silence by the most occult and dangerous paths
among the mountains. A little before the dayspring we took
refuge in a wet and gusty cavern at the bottom of a gorge;
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