| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson: We laugh here at his thrift, but after all
It may be thrift that saves him from the devil;
God gave it, anyhow, -- and we'll suppose
He knew the compound of his handiwork.
To-day the clouds are with him, but anon
He'll out of 'em enough to shake the tree
Of life itself and bring down fruit unheard-of, --
And, throwing in the bruised and whole together,
Prepare a wine to make us drunk with wonder;
And if he live, there'll be a sunset spell
Thrown over him as over a glassed lake
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The United States Bill of Rights: V
No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime,
unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising
in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service
in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for
the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb;
nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself,
nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law;
nor shall private property be taken for public use without just compensation.
VI
In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy: many and many a victim who had fallen into her hands. Having said
this he sat down in triumph. Then the prisoners were offered
permission to speak in their own defence.
Euphemia Botchkova repeated once more that she knew nothing about
it and had taken part in nothing, and firmly laid the whole blame
on Maslova. Simeon Kartinkin only repeated several times: "It is
your business, but I am innocent; it's unjust." Maslova said
nothing in her defence. Told she might do so by the president,
she only lifted her eyes to him, cast a look round the room like
a hunted animal, and, dropping her head, began to cry, sobbing
aloud.
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