| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Outlaw of Torn by Edgar Rice Burroughs: was within reach of the army of De Montfort.
Norman of Torn loved to fight, but he was no fool,
and so he did not relish pitting his thousand upon an
open plain against twenty thousand within a walled
fortress.
No, he would see Bertrade de Montfort that night
and before dawn his rough band would be far on the
road toward Torn. The risk was great to enter the
castle, filled as it was with his mighty enemies. But if
he died there it would be in a good cause, thought he;
and, anyway, he had set himself to do this duty which
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fantastic Fables by Ambrose Bierce: of the food which they had stored.
"Why," said the Ant, "did you not store up some food for yourself,
instead of singing all the time?"
"So I did," said the Grasshopper; "so I did; but you fellows broke
in and carried it all away."
The Fisher and the Fished
A FISHERMAN who had caught a very small Fish was putting it in his
basket when it said:
"I pray you put me back into the stream, for I can be of no use to
you; the gods do not eat fish."
"But I am no god," said the Fisherman.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Egmont by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe: it, in the stately hall, girt round by gloomy walls, when, seated on my
cushioned chair, in the solemn assembly of the princes, questions, which
scarcely required deliberation, were overlaid with endless discussions,
while the rafters of the ceiling seemed to stifle and oppress me. Then I
would hurry forth as soon as possible, fling myself upon my horse with
deep-drawn breath, and away to the wide champaign, man's natural
element, where, exhaling from the earth, nature's richest treasures are
poured forth around us, while, from the wide heavens, the stars shed down
their blessings through the still air; where, like earth-born giants, we
spring aloft, invigorated by our Mother's touch; where our entire humanity
and our human desires throb in every vein; where the desire to press
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