| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anthem by Ayn Rand: where have you been where have you been? . . ."
And our lips moved, but the sound trickled
back into our throat, and the sound was only:
"The light . . . The light . . . The light. . . ."
Then we knew nothing.
We opened our eyes, lying on our stomach
on the brick floor of a cell. We looked
upon two hands lying far before us on the
bricks, and we moved them, and we knew
that they were our hands. But we could
not move our body. Then we smiled, for we
Anthem |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: gained consciousness to find himself wet through by
torrents of rain that were falling upon his body and his
upturned face. A heavy tropical shower was beating down
upon them. He opened his mouth and drank. Presently he
was so revived and strengthened that he was enabled to
raise himself upon his hands. Across his legs lay
Monsieur Thuran. A few feet aft Jane Porter was huddled
in a pitiful little heap in the bottom of the boat--she
was quite still. Clayton knew that she was dead.
After infinite labor he released himself from Thuran's
pinioning body, and with renewed strength crawled toward the girl.
The Return of Tarzan |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Iliad by Homer: On this he beat him with his staff about the back and shoulders
till he dropped and fell a-weeping. The golden sceptre raised a
bloody weal on his back, so he sat down frightened and in pain,
looking foolish as he wiped the tears from his eyes. The people
were sorry for him, yet they laughed heartily, and one would turn
to his neighbour saying, "Ulysses has done many a good thing ere
now in fight and council, but he never did the Argives a better
turn than when he stopped this fellow's mouth from prating
further. He will give the kings no more of his insolence."
Thus said the people. Then Ulysses rose, sceptre in hand, and
Minerva in the likeness of a herald bade the people be still,
The Iliad |
