| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from God The Invisible King by H. G. Wells: this bogey God of the nursery-maid, with his black, insane revenges,
still living like a horrible parasite in their hearts in the place
where God should be. They are afraid, afraid, afraid; they dare not
be kindly to formal sinners, they dare not abandon a hundred foolish
observances; they dare not look at the causes of things. They are
afraid of sunshine, of nakedness, of health, of adventure, of
science, lest that old watching spider take offence. The voice of
the true God whispers in their hearts, echoes in speech and writing,
but they avert themselves, fear-driven. For the true God has no
lash of fear. And how the foul-minded bigot, with his ill-shaven
face, his greasy skin, his thick, gesticulating hands, his
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Before Adam by Jack London: migrated south, or remained and adapted themselves to
the changed conditions.
Life was hit or miss and happy-go-lucky with us.
Little was ever planned, and less was executed. We ate
when we were hungry, drank when we were thirsty,
avoided our carnivorous enemies, took shelter in the
caves at night, and for the rest just sort of played
along through life.
We were very curious, easily amused, and full of tricks
and pranks. There was no seriousness about us, except
when we were in danger or were angry, in which cases
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson: and go down the slope into the river. He had seen the cracks
widening; there was a plaguy issue in the bank below; he
thought a spring was mining it; it might be tomorrow, it
might be next day; but they were all sure of a come-down
sooner or later. 'And that is a poor death,' said he, 'for
any one, let alone a gentleman, to have a whole old ruin
dumped upon his belly. Have a care to your left there; these
cellar vaults have all broke down, and the grass and hemlock
hide 'em. Well, sir, here is welcome to you, such as it is,
and wishing you well away.'
And with that Jonathan ushered his guest through the tower
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