| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: night-festival,--and a luminous billowing under a black sky, and
effervescences of fire, and the twirling and crawling of
phosphoric foam;--
Saw the mesmerism of the Moon;--saw the enchanted tides
self-heaped in muttering obeisance before her.
Often she heard the Music of the Marsh through the night: an
infinity of flutings and tinklings made by tiny amphibia,--like
the low blowing of numberless little tin horns, the clanking of
billions of little bells;--and, at intervals, profound tones,
vibrant and heavy, as of a bass viol--the orchestra of the great
frogs! And interweaving with it all, one continuous
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: for all I care."
"My pet, I've been to the devil and he's a very dull fellow. I
won't go there again, even for you. . . . You took my money when
you needed it desperately and you used it. We had an agreement as
to how it should be used and you have broken that agreement. Just
remember, my precious little cheat, the time will come when you
will want to borrow more money from me. You'll want me to bank
you, at some incredibly low interest, so you can buy more mills and
more mules and build more saloons. And you can whistle for the
money."
"When I need money I'll borrow it from the bank, thank you," she
Gone With the Wind |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: and grew up, and had no care for the morrow, and no power upon the
hour, after the manner of simple men.
It befell that she walked one day by the beach of the sea, when it
was autumn, and the wind blew from the place of rains; and upon the
one hand of her the sea beat, and upon the other the dead leaves
ran. This was the loneliest beach between two seas, and strange
things had been done there in the ancient ages. Now the King's
daughter was aware of a crone that sat upon the beach. The sea
foam ran to her feet, and the dead leaves swarmed about her back,
and the rags blew about her face in the blowing of the wind.
"Now," said the King's daughter, and she named a holy name, "this
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