| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: XV
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lost Princess of Oz by L. Frank Baum: in their direction; but now he could not see the travelers who were
seeking him, although they could still see him. His actions were so
distinct, indeed, that it seemed he was actually before them. "It is
only a ghost," said the Bear King. "It isn't real at all except that
it shows us Ugu just as he looks and tells us truly just what he is
doing."
"I don't see anything of my lost growl, though," said Toto as if to
himself.
Then the vision faded away, and they could see nothing but the grass
and trees and bushes around them.
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The Lost Princess of Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Country Doctor by Honore de Balzac: La Fosseuse is a plant in an alien soil; a human plant moreover,
consumed by sad thoughts that have their source in the depths of her
nature, and that never cease to multiply. The poor girl is never well
and strong. The soul within her kills the body. This fragile creature
was suffering from the sorest of all troubles, a trouble which
receives the least possible sympathy from our selfish world, and how
could I look on with indifferent eyes? for I, a man, strong to wrestle
with pain, was nightly tempted to refuse to bear the burden of a
sorrow like hers. Perhaps I might actually have refused to bear it but
for a thought of religion which soothes my impatience and fills my
heart with sweet illusions. Even if we were not children of the same
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