|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling:
Mowgli parted the stalks with his hands and watched her till
she was out of sight.
"And now I do not know," he said, sighing in his turn. "WHY did
ye not come when I called?"
"We follow thee--we follow thee," Gray Brother mumbled, licking
at Mowgli's heel. "We follow thee always, except in the Time of
the New Talk."
"And would ye follow me to the Man-Pack?" Mowgli whispered.
"Did I not follow thee on the night our old Pack cast thee out?
Who waked thee lying among the crops?"
"Ay, but again?"
The Second Jungle Book
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Second Inaugural Address by Abraham Lincoln:
providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued
through his appointed time, he now wills to remove, and that he
gives to both North and South this terrible war, as the woe due
to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any
departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a
living God always ascribe to him? Fondly do we hope--fervently
do we pray--that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away.
Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by
the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil
shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn by the lash
shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said
Second Inaugural Address
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Early Short Fiction of Edith Wharton by Edith Wharton:
little property, ten years earlier, Granice had been perpetually
tinkering with his will.
Suddenly another thought pulled him up, sending a flush to his
sallow temples. He remembered a word he had tossed to the lawyer
some six weeks earlier, at the Century Club. "Yes--my play's as
good as taken. I shall be calling on you soon to go over the
contract. Those theatrical chaps are so slippery--I won't trust
anybody but you to tie the knot for me!" That, of course, was
what Ascham would think he was wanted for. Granice, at the idea,
broke into an audible laugh--a queer stage-laugh, like the cackle
of a baffled villain in a melodrama. The absurdity, the