|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Somebody's Little Girl by Martha Young:
girls learned to Count, and to say Their Prayers, and to Tell the
Time, and to sing ``Angels Bright,'' and to know the A B C blocks.
Sister Theckla, who always stayed the one hour in that room, had
gone to say to the Sisters that the one hour was over, and that it
was raining, and what must the little girls do now?
While Sister Theckla was gone, all the little girls went to the
windows, and all the tiny girls looked at the rain coming down,
coming down in drops, so many drops; and so fast the drops came that
they seemed to come in long strings of drops straight from the sky.
Then one little girl laughed and began to beat on the window by
which she stood, to beat all over it as far as her little damp pink
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle:
Babo's face like drops on the window in an April shower. At last
they came to a great wide plain, where neither stock nor stone
was to be seen, but only a gallows-tree, upon which one poor
wight hung dancing upon nothing at all, and there night caught
"Aha!" said Babo to himself. "This time I shall have bread and my
But listen to what happened. Up stepped the wise man to the
gallows, and gave it a sharp rap with his staff. Then, lo and
behold! The gallows was gone, and in its place stood a fine inn,
with lights in the windows, and a landlord bowing and smiling in
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Burning Daylight by Jack London:
all the energy that even his magnificent organism could generate.
Such was his absorption that the pretty stenographer slowly and
imperceptibly faded from the forefront of his consciousness.
Thus, the first faint spur, in the best sense, of his need for
woman ceased to prod. So far as Dede Mason was concerned, he
possessed no more than a complacent feeling of satisfaction in
that he had a very nice stenographer. And, completely to put the
quietus on any last lingering hopes he might have had of her, he
was in the thick of his spectacular and intensely bitter fight
with the Coastwise Steam Navigation Company, and the Hawaiian,
Nicaraguan, and Pacific-Mexican Steamship-Company. He stirred