| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: by local peculiarity, but presently to resume its
wonted aspect. We plodded on dully, anodyned
with the desert patience.
But at a little before noon, as we rounded the cheek
of a slope, we encountered an errant current of air.
It came up to us curiously, touched us each in turn,
and went on. The warm furnace heat drew in on us
again. But it had been a cool little current of air, with
something of the sweetness of pines and water and
snow-banks in it. The Tenderfoot suddenly reined
in his horse and looked about him.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Verses 1889-1896 by Rudyard Kipling: To the sun that never blisters,
To the rain that never chills --
To the land of the waiting spring-time,
To our five-meal, meat-fed men,
To the tall, deep-bosomed women,
And the children nine and ten!
And the children nine and ten (Stand up!),
And the life we live and know,
Let a fellow sing o' the little things he cares about,
If a fellow fights for the little things he cares about
Verses 1889-1896 |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: vague and nameless fear at this toying with the supernatural. She was
twentieth-century, and the thing in essence, as her uncle had said, was
mediaeval. Yet she could not shake off the instinctive fear that arose in
her--man's inheritance from the wild and howling ages when his hairy, apelike
prototype was afraid of the dark and personified the elements into things of
fear.
But as the mysterious influence seized her hand and sent it meriting across
the paper, all the unusual passed out of the situation and she was unaware of
more than a feeble curiosity. For she was intent on another visioning--this
time of her mother, who was also unremembered in the flesh. Not sharp and
vivid like that of her father, but dim and nebulous was the picture she shaped
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