| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: "Bow-wow!" said Toto, approvingly. He loved to bark at the bubbles as
they sailed away, but he didn't care to ride in one.
Santa Claus decided to go next. He thanked Ozma for her hospitality
and wished her many happy returns of the day. Then the Wizard blew a
bubble around his chubby little body and smaller bubbles around each
of his Ryls and Knooks.
As the kind and generous friend of children mounted into the air the
people all cheered at the top of their voices, for they loved Santa
Claus dearly; and the little man heard them through the walls of his
bubble and waved his hands in return as he smiled down upon them. The
band played bravely while every one watched the bubble until it was
The Road to Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: Besides all this,
If there had been no origin-in-birth
Of lands and sky, and they had ever been
The everlasting, why, ere Theban war
And obsequies of Troy, have other bards
Not also chanted other high affairs?
Whither have sunk so oft so many deeds
Of heroes? Why do those deeds live no more,
Ingrafted in eternal monuments
Of glory? Verily, I guess, because
The Sum is new, and of a recent date
Of The Nature of Things |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: were many discolored bruises. Worse still, in her plaintive moaning, in the
meaningless movement of her head, in her vacant expression, was proof that her
mind had gone. She was mad. Even as an agonizing pity came over Joe, to be
followed by the surging fire of rage, blazing up in his breast, he could not
but thank God that she was mad! It was merciful that Kate was no longer
conscious of her suffering.
Like leaves in a storm wavered Joe's hands as he clenched them until the nails
brought blood. "Be calm, be cool," whispered his monitor, Wetzel, ever with
him in spirit. But God! Could he be cool? Bounding with lion-spring he hurled
his heavy frame against the door.
Crash! The door was burst from its fastenings.
The Spirit of the Border |
