|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Footnote to History by Robert Louis Stevenson:
he was accosted "about breakfast-time" by two natives who stood
leaning against the pickets of a public-house, where the Siumu road
strikes in at right angles to the main street of Apia. They told
him battle was imminent, and begged him to pass a little way inland
and speak with Mataafa. The road is at this point broad and fairly
good, running between thick groves of cocoa-palm and breadfruit. A
few hundred yards along this the white man passed a picket of four
armed warriors, with red handkerchiefs and their faces blackened in
the form of a full beard, the Mataafa rallying signs for the day; a
little farther on, some fifty; farther still, a hundred; and at
last a quarter of a mile of them sitting by the wayside armed and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Poems of Goethe, Bowring, Tr. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe:
Beauteously planted and deck'd?--Here doth Anacreon sleep
Spring and summer and autumn rejoiced the thrice-happy minstrel,
And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.
SLUMBER and Sleep, two brethren ordain'd by the gods to their service,
Were by Prometheus implored, comfort to give to his race;
But though so light to the gods, too heavy for man was their burden,
We in their slumber find sleep, we in their sleep meet with death.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells:
"George" she said hastily, almost shamefully, "kiss me!"
I stepped up into her compartment as she bent downward.
She caught me in her arms quite eagerly, she pressed me to her--a
strange thing for her to do. I perceived her eyes were
extraordinarily bright, and then this brightness burst along the
lower lids and rolled down her cheeks.
For the first and last time in my life I saw my mother's tears.
Then she had gone, leaving me discomforted and perplexed,
forgetting for a time even that I was to learn Latin, thinking of
my mother as of something new and strange.