|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce:
rope had broken and he had fallen into the stream. There was
no additional strangulation; the noose about his neck
was already suffocating him and kept the water from his
lungs. To die of hanging at the bottom of a river! -- the
idea seemed to him ludicrous. He opened his eyes in the
darkness and saw above him a gleam of light, but how distant,
how inaccessible! He was still sinking, for the light became
fainter and fainter until it was a mere glimmer. Then it
began to grow and brighten, and he knew that he was rising
toward the surface -- knew it with reluctance, for he was now
very comfortable. "To be hanged and drowned," he thought,
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lord Arthur Savile's Crime, etc. by Oscar Wilde:
him in a frock coat for anything. What you call rags I call
romance. What seems poverty to you is picturesqueness to me.
However, I'll tell him of your offer.'
'Alan,' said Hughie seriously, 'you painters are a heartless lot.'
'An artist's heart is his head,' replied Trevor; 'and besides, our
business is to realise the world as we see it, not to reform it as
we know it. A CHACUN SON METIER. And now tell me how Laura is.
The old model was quite interested in her.'
'You don't mean to say you talked to him about her?' said Hughie.
'Certainly I did. He knows all about the relentless colonel, the
lovely Laura, and the 10,000 pounds.'
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell:
Beyond this "wheel of life" lies spread out on a mat a most happy
family of curios, the whole of which you are quite prepared to
purchase en bloc. While a little farther on stands a flower show
which seems to be coyly beckoning to you as the blossoms nod their
heads to an imperceptible breeze. So one attraction fairly jostles
its neighbor for recognition from the gay thousands that like
yourself stroll past in holiday delight. Chattering children in
brilliant colors, voluble women and talkative men in quieter but no
less picturesque costumes, stream on in kaleidoscopic continuity.
And you, carried along by the current, wander thus for miles with
the tide of pleasure-seekers, till, late at night, when at last you