|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran:
Praise belongs to God, whose is whatsoever is in the heavens and
whatsoever is in the earth; His is the praise in the next world, and
He is the wise and well aware!
He knows what goes into the earth, and what comes forth therefrom,
and what comes down from the sky, and what ascends thereto; for He
is the merciful, forgiving.
Those who misbelieve say, 'The Hour shall not come to us;' say,
'Yea, by my Lord it shall surely come to you! by Him who knows the
unseen! nor shall there escape from it the weight of an atom, in the
heavens or in the earth, or even less than that, or greater, save in
the perspicuous Book;' and that He may reward those who believe and do
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells:
have been held back by a sort of paralysis.
"Men are so small, so small still, that they cannot keep hold
of the vision of God. That is why I want to see God again.... But
if it were not for this strange drug that seems for a little
while to lift my mind above the confusion and personal
entanglements of every day, I doubt if even now I could be here.
I am here, passionate to hold this moment and keep the light. As
this inspiration passes, I shall go back, I know, to my home and
my place and my limitations. The littleness of men! The
forgetfulness of men! I want to know what my chief duty is, to
have it plain, in terms so plain that I can never forget.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
the girl, motionless as a carven statue. She leaned slightly
forward, her lips parted, her eyes wide. Her only conscious
thought was wonder at the bravery of the man who dared
face with a puny knife the lord with the large head. A man
of her own blood would have knelt in prayer and gone down
beneath those awful fangs without resistance. In either case
the result would be the same--it was inevitable; but she could
not repress a thrill of admiration as her eyes rested upon
the heroic figure before her. Not a tremor in the whole
giant frame--his attitude as menacing and defiant as that of
EL ADREA himself.
The Return of Tarzan