|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft:
Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee had come back - a spirit in
whose time scale it was still Thursday morning in 1908, with the
economics class gazing up at the battered desk on the platform.
My reabsorption into normal life was a painful and difficult
process. The loss of over five years creates more complications
than can be imagined, and in my case there were countless matters
to be adjusted.
What I heard of my actions since 1908 astonished
and disturbed me, but I tried to view the matter as philosophically
Shadow out of Time
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Off on a Comet by Jules Verne:
mysterious document, there were no means of judging;
the extent of diminution in the apparent disc of the sun did
not afford sufficient basis even for an approximate calculation;
and Captain Servadac was perpetually regretting that they could
receive no further tidings from the anonymous correspondent,
whom he persisted in regarding as a fellow-countryman.
The solidity of the ice was perfect; the utter stillness of the air at
the time when the final congelation of the waters had taken place had resulted
in the formation of a surface that for smoothness would rival a skating-rink;
without a crack or flaw it extended far beyond the range of vision.
The contrast to the ordinary aspect of polar seas was very remarkable.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll:
`Were you happy in prison, dear child?' said Haigha.
Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or two
trickled down his cheek: but not a word would he say.
`Speak, can't you!' Haigha cried impatiently. But Hatta only
munched away, and drank some more tea.
`Speak, won't you!' cried the King. 'How are they getting on
with the fight?'
Hatta made a desperate effort, and swallowed a large piece of
bread-and-butter. `They're getting on very well,' he said in a
choking voice: `each of them has been down about eighty-seven
Through the Looking-Glass