| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: windless air, and there was a hum of mountain bees.
The horses broke into an easy lope. Chris rock on the outside, looking down
into the great depths and pleasuring with his eyes in what he saw.
Dissociating itself from the murmur of the bees, a murmur arose of falling
water. It grew louder with every stride of the horses.
"Look!" he cried.
Lute leaned well out from her horse to see. Beneath them the water slid
foaming down a smooth-faced rock to the lip, whence it leaped clear--a
pulsating ribbon of white, a-breath with movement, ever falling and ever
remaining, changing its substance but never its form, an aerial waterway as
immaterial as gauze and as permanent as the hills, that spanned space and the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Verses 1889-1896 by Rudyard Kipling: Reach the Unlighted Shrine we surely die.
Ye have forgotten of all Gods the Chief,
Taman!" Here rolled the thunder through the Hills
And Yabosh shook upon his pedestal.
"Ye have forgotten of all Gods the Chief
Too long." And all were dumb save one, who cried
On Yabosh with the Sapphire 'twixt His knees,
But found no answer in the smoky roof,
And, being smitten of the Sickness, died
Before the altar of the Sapphire Shrine.
Verses 1889-1896 |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw: from him. He pretends to be afraid of his wife; and they chaff
him as to her beating him and so forth; but when they add that
the ring is accursed and will bring death upon him, he discloses
to them, as unconsciously as Julius Caesar disclosed it long ago,
that secret of heroism, never to let your life be shaped by fear
of its end.* So he keeps the ring; and they leave him to his
fate. The hunting party now finds him; and they all sit down
together to make a meal by the river side, Siegfried telling them
meanwhile the story of his adventures. When he approaches the
subject of Brynhild, as to whom his memory is a blank, Hagen
pours an antidote to the love philtre into his drinking horn,
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