| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Life on the Mississippi by Mark Twain: till they came to an extensive plain, on the borders of which
human bones were bleaching in the sun. The leader spoke:
'They are the bones of those who have gone before us.
None has ever yet returned to tell the sad tale of their fate.'
Again Mudjikewis became restless, and, running forward,
gave the accustomed yell. Advancing to a large rock which
stood above the ground, he struck it, and it fell to pieces.
'See, brothers,' said he, 'thus will I treat those whom we are
going to fight.' 'Still, still,' once more said the leader;
'he to whom I am leading you is not to be compared
to the rock.'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Treatise on Parents and Children by George Bernard Shaw: lost. The grown-up Englishman is to the end of his days a badly
brought-up child, beyond belief quarrelsome, petulant, selfish,
destructive, and cowardly: afraid that the Germans will come and
enslave him; that the burglar will come and rob him; that the bicycle
or motor car will run over him; that the smallpox will attack him; and
that the devil will run away with him and empty him out like a sack of
coals on a blazing fire unless his nurse or his parents or his
schoolmaster or his bishop or his judge or his army or his navy will
do something to frighten these bad things away. And this Englishman,
without the moral courage of a louse, will risk his neck for fun fifty
times every winter in the hunting field, and at Badajos sieges and the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Arizona Nights by Stewart Edward White: And there's no more cow-punching
And that's what I hope."
The alkali dust, swirled back by a little breeze, billowed up and
choked him. Behind, the mules coughed, their coats whitening
with the powder. Far ahead in the distance lay the westerly
mountains. They looked an hour away, and yet every man and beast
in the outfit knew that hour after hour they were doomed, by the
enchantment of the land, to plod ahead without apparently getting
an inch nearer. The only salvation was to forget the mountains
and to fill the present moment full of little things.
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