| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: It was just warm enough to have one of the windows opened, and for
a long time after the dusk they sat listening to the vague clamor
of the city, lapsing by degrees, till it settled into a measured,
soothing murmur, like the breathing of some vast monster asleep.
Condy's cigarette was a mere red point in the half-darkness. The
smoke drifted out of the open window in long, blue strata. At his
elbow Blix was leaning forward, looking down upon the darkening,
drowsing city, her round, strong chin propped upon her hand. She
was just close enough for Candy to catch the sweet, delicious
feminine perfume that came indefinitely from her clothes, her
hair, her neck. From where Condy sat he could see the silhouette
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories by Mark Twain: remembrance of men a long train of prophecies which they have
foretold against thee. I once thought not so. Once, I was blind;
but now the path of life is plain before me, and my sight is clear;
yet Elfonzo, return to thy worldly occupation--take again in thy
hand that chord of sweet sounds--struggle with the civilized world,
and with your own heart; fly swiftly to the enchanted ground--
let the night-OWL send forth its screams from the stubborn oak--
let the sea sport upon the beach, and the stars sing together;
but learn of these, Elfonzo, thy doom, and thy hiding-place. Our most
innocent as well as our most lawful DESIRES must often be denied us,
that we may learn to sacrifice them to a Higher will."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: When he is older grown,
He, too, will be assailed as I,
By youngsters of his own.
And when at last a little lad
Gives battle on his knee,
I know that he'll be captured, too,
Just as he captured me.
My Land
My land is where the kind folks are,
And where the friends are true,
Where comrades brave will travel far
Just Folks |
