| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Oscar Wilde Miscellaneous by Oscar Wilde: cavern in this desert where I too may dwell so that my soul may
become worthy to see God.
HONORIUS. The sun is setting, Myrrhina. Come with me to
Alexandria.
MYRRHINA. I will not go to Alexandria.
HONORIUS. Farewell, Myrrhina.
MYRRHINA. Honorius, farewell. No, no, do not go.
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I have cursed my beauty for what it has done, and cursed the wonder
of my body for the evil that it has brought upon you.
Lord, this man brought me to Thy feet. He told me of Thy coming
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: rock, a crevice, or a precariously rooted shrub. At last, with a wild leap and
yell, he exchanged the face of the wall for an earth-slide and finished the
descent in the midst of several tons of sliding earth and gravel.
His first pan of the morning washed out over two dollars in coarse gold. It
was from the centre of the "V." To either side the diminution in the values of
the pans was swift. His lines of crosscutting holes were growing very short.
The converging sides of the inverted "V" were only a few yards apart. Their
meeting-point was only a few yards above him. But the pay-streak was dipping
deeper and deeper into the earth. By early afternoon he was sinking the
test-holes five feet before the pans could show the gold-trace.
For that matter, the gold-trace had become something more than a trace; it was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: Mounting, Sola upon one beast, and Dejah Thoris behind me
upon the other, we rode from the city of Thark through the
hills to the south.
Instead of circling back around the city to the northwest
and toward the nearest waterway which lay so short a distance
from us, we turned to the northeast and struck out upon the mossy
waste across which, for two hundred dangerous and weary miles,
lay another main artery leading to Helium.
No word was spoken until we had left the city far behind,
but I could hear the quiet sobbing of Dejah Thoris as she
clung to me with her dear head resting against my shoulder.
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