| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Paradise Lost by John Milton: On a sun-beam, swift as a shooting star
In autumn thwarts the night, when vapours fired
Impress the air, and shows the mariner
From what point of his compass to beware
Impetuous winds: He thus began in haste.
Gabriel, to thee thy course by lot hath given
Charge and strict watch, that to this happy place
No evil thing approach or enter in.
This day at highth of noon came to my sphere
A Spirit, zealous, as he seemed, to know
More of the Almighty's works, and chiefly Man,
Paradise Lost |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: chord. Not a sound disturbed the quiet of the room. 'Is there
anything wrong with me?' he thought, with a pang; and drawing in
a seat, obstinately persisted in his attempts to ravish silence,
now with sparkling arpeggios, now with a sonata of Beethoven's
which (in happier days) he knew to be one of the loudest pieces
of that powerful composer. Still not a sound. He gave the
Broadwood two great bangs with his clenched first. All was still
as the grave. The young barrister started to his feet.
'I am stark-staring mad,' he cried aloud, 'and no one knows it
but myself. God's worst curse has fallen on me.'
His fingers encountered his watch-chain; instantly he had plucked
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson: On the lone ploughman's earth-upturning share,
The revelry of cities and the sound
Of seas, and mountain-tops aloof in air,
And of the circling earth the unsupported round:
I, looking, wonder: I, intent, adore;
And, O Melampus, reaching forth my hands
In adoration, cry aloud and soar
In spirit, high above the supine lands
And the low caves of mortal things, and flee
To the last fields of the universe untrod,
Where is no man, nor any earth, nor sea,
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