| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: until there were seven in all, and on each was written the same
words:
"Open not."
Inside the seventh box was a roll of linen, and inside that a
bottle filled with nothing but blue smoke; and I wish that bottle
had burned the Tailor's fingers when he touched it.
"And is this all?" said the little Tailor, turning the bottle
upside down and shaking it, and peeping at it by the light of the
lamp. "Well, since I have gone so far I might as well open it, as
I have already opened the seven boxes." Thereupon he broke the
seal that stoppered it.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde: selfishness in it.
GERALD. [Slowly.] I suppose there is.
LORD ILLINGWORTH. Your mother is a thoroughly good woman. But
good women have such limited views of life, their horizon is so
small, their interests are so petty, aren't they?
GERALD. They are awfully interested, certainly, in things we don't
care much about.
LORD ILLINGWORTH. I suppose your mother is very religious, and
that sort of thing.
GERALD. Oh, yes, she's always going to church.
LORD ILLINGWORTH. Ah! she is not modern, and to be modern is the
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Message by Honore de Balzac: of my youth, I sometimes laugh at my own expense.
Suddenly, just as I was composing myself, at a turning in the
green walk, among a wilderness of flowers lighted up by a hot ray
of sunlight, I saw Juliette--Juliette and her husband. The pretty
little girl held her mother by the hand, and it was easy to see
that the lady had quickened her pace somewhat at the child's
ambiguous phrase. Taken aback by the sight of a total stranger,
who bowed with a tolerably awkward air, she looked at me with a
coolly courteous expression and an adorable pout, in which I, who
knew her secret, could read the full extent of her
disappointment. I sought, but sought in vain, to remember any of
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