| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: How great thy use, how great thy blessing, every thing that lives.
Lives not alone nor or itself: fear not and I will call,
The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice.
Come forth worm and the silent valley, to thy pensive queen.
The helpless worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
III.
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.
Art thou a Worm? image of weakness. art thou but a Worm?
I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf;
Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak, but thou can'st weep:
Poems of William Blake |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Montezuma's Daughter by H. Rider Haggard: them. I have said that the darkness was falling, and as it chanced
happily for us, so was the sea, or assuredly we must have been
swamped. All that we could do was to keep the boat's head straight
to the waves, and this we did through the long night. It was a
strange thing to see, or rather to hear, that good man the priest
my companion, confessing the women one by one as he laboured at his
oar, and when all were shriven sending up prayers to God for the
salvation of our souls, for of the safety of our bodies we
despaired. What I felt may well be imagined, but I forbear to
describe it, seeing that, bad as was my case, there were worse ones
before me of which I shall have to tell in their season.
Montezuma's Daughter |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: loveliest girl!...In a few moments--sooner or later there'll be hell
here! Dick, are you with me?"
Dick Gale drew a long, deep breath. A coldness, a lethargy, an
indifference that had weighed upon him for months had passed out
of his being. On the instant he could not speak, but his hand
closed powerfully upon his friend's. Thorne's face changed wonderfully,
the distress, the fear, the appeal all vanishing in a smile of
passionate gratefulness.
Then Dick's gaze, attracted by some slight sound, shot over his
friend's shoulder to see a face at the window--a handsome, bold,
sneering face, with glittering dark eyes that flashed in sinister
Desert Gold |
