| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?
I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me singing of the south--
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss upon my mouth.
And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts out a star.
I am my love's and he is mine forever,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The First Men In The Moon by H. G. Wells: "Now! " said I, and thrust out the jacket.
"Chuzz-zz-zz-zz! Chuzz!" In an instant my jacket had grown a thick beard
of arrows, and they were quivering all over the carcass behind us.
Instantly I slipped the crowbar out of the jacket, dropped the jacket -
for all I know to the contrary it is lying up there in the moon now - and
rushed out upon them.
For a minute perhaps it was massacre. I was too fierce to discriminate,
and the Selenites were probably too scared to fight. At any rate they made
no sort of fight against me. I saw scarlet, as the saying is. I remember I
seemed to be wading among those leathery, thin things as a man wades
through tall grass, mowing and hitting, first right, then left; smash.
The First Men In The Moon |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: and the spark of light at the far end, as though the sun were
shining. He cocked his head to one side and listened. "Yes," said
he, "I think I hear the water rushing, but I am not sure; I will
just go a little further in and listen," and so he entered and
closed the door behind him. Well, he went on and on until--pop!
there he was out at the farther end, and before he knew what he
was about he had stepped out upon the sea-shore, just as he had
done before.
Whiz! whirr! Away flew the Fiddler like a bullet, and there was
Ill-Luck carrying him by the belt again. Away they sped, over
hill and valley, over moor and mountain, until the Fiddler's head
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