|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Disputation of the Power and Efficacy of Indulgences by Dr. Martin Luther:
remissiones et participationes tribueret?
14.  Ex quo Papa salutem querit animarum per venias magis quam
pecunias, Cur suspendit literas et venias iam olim concessas, cum
sint eque efficaces?
15.  Hec scrupulosissima laicorum argumenta sola potestate
compescere nec reddita ratione diluere, Est ecclesiam et Papam
hostibus ridendos exponere et infelices christianos facere.
16.  Si ergo venie secundum spiritum et mentem Pape
predicarentur, facile illa omnia solverentur, immo non essent.
17.  Valeant itaque omnes illi prophete, qui dicunt populo
Christi `Pax pax,' et non est pax.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:
saw the newcomer. The latter's back was toward him while his
body hid the stranger from Meriem's eyes.
He crossed the tent quickly, stepping over Jenssen's body.
The first intimation Malbihn had that he was not to carry out
his design without further interruption was a heavy hand upon
his shoulder. He wheeled to face an utter stranger--a tall,
black-haired, gray-eyed stranger clad in khaki and pith helmet.
Malbihn reached for his gun again, but another hand had been
quicker than his and he saw the weapon tossed to the ground at
the side of the tent--out of reach.
"What is the meaning of this?" the stranger addressed his
The Son of Tarzan
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey:
went with the bargain, marked the last stage in Joe's surrender to the border
fever. The silent, shaded glens, the mystery of the woods, the breath of this
wild, free life claimed him from this moment entirely and forever.
He met the others, however, with a serene face, showing no trace of the
emotion which welled up strongly from his heart. Nell glanced shyly at him;
Kate playfully voiced her admiration; Jim met him with a brotherly ridicule
which bespoke his affection as well as his amusement; but Colonel Zane, having
once yielded to the same burning, riotous craving for freedom which now
stirred in the boy's heart, understood, and felt warmly drawn toward the lad.
He said nothing, though as he watched Joe his eyes were grave and kind. In his
long frontier life, where many a day measured the life and fire of ordinary
The Spirit of the Border