| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: from corrals, and men curiously watched him fly past. He saw
one rancher running, and he felt intuitively that this fellow
was going to join in the chase. Duane's steed pounded on, not
noticeably slower, but with a lack of former smoothness, with a
strained, convulsive, jerking stride which showed he was almost
done.
Sight of the village ahead surprised Duane. He had reached it
sooner than he expected. Then he made a discovery--he had
entered the zone of wire fences. As he dared not turn back now,
he kept on, intending to ride through the village. Looking
backward, he saw that his pursuers were half a mile distant,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde: what one might become as well as a real help towards becoming it; a
soul that renders the common air sweet, and makes what is spiritual
seem as simple and natural as sunlight or the sea: one for whom
beauty and sorrow walk hand in hand, and have the same message. On
the occasion of which I am thinking I recall distinctly how I said
to her that there was enough suffering in one narrow London lane to
show that God did not love man, and that wherever there was any
sorrow, though but that of a child, in some little garden weeping
over a fault that it had or had not committed, the whole face of
creation was completely marred. I was entirely wrong. She told me
so, but I could not believe her. I was not in the sphere in which
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Wyoming by William MacLeod Raine: "I guess we better lie back to back," proposed Missou. "If our
luck's good I reckon they're going to have a gay time rushing
this fort."
A few desultory shots had already been dropped among the
cottonwoods, and returned by the defendants when Missou let out a
yell of triumph.
"Glory Hallelujah! Here comes the boys splittin' down the road
hell-for-leather. That lopsided, ring-tailed snorter of a
hawss-thief is gathering his wolves for a hike back to the tall
timber. Feed me a cigareet, Mac. I plumb want to celebrate."
It was as the cow-puncher had said. Down the road a cloud of dust
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