|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay:
ahead, on a path parallel with his own and Dreamsinter's. The music
pulsated violently. Krag lifted his arm, and displayed a long,
murderous-looking knife. He sprang forward and, raising it over the
phantom Maskull's back, stabbed him twice, leaving the knife in the
wound the second time. Maskull threw up his arms, and fell down
dead. Krag leaped into the forest and vanished from sight.
Nightspore marched on alone, stern and unmoved.
The music rose to crescendo. The whole dim, gigantic forest was
roaring with sound. The tones came from all sides, from above, from
the ground under their feet. It was so grandly passionate that
Maskull felt his soul loosening from its bodily envelope.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Thuvia, Maid of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
to follow his example, threw himself headlong to the floor.
Then rising to hands and knees, he commenced crawling
toward the foot of the throne, swinging his head to
and fro and wiggling his body as you have seen a hound
do when approaching its master.
Thuvia glanced quickly toward Carthoris. He was
standing erect, with high-held head and arms folded
across his broad chest. A haughty smile curved his lips.
The man upon the dais was eyeing him intently, and
Carthoris of Helium was looking straight in the other's face.
"Who be these, Jav?" asked the man of him who
Thuvia, Maid of Mars
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare:
Is new committed to the Bishop of York,
Fell Warwick's brother and by that our foe.
These news, I must confess, are full of grief;
Yet, gracious madam, bear it as you may.
Warwick may lose, that now hath won the day.
Till then, fair hope must hinder life's decay;
And I the rather wean me from despair,
For love of Edward's offspring in my womb.
This is it that makes me bridle passion