|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lay Morals by Robert Louis Stevenson:
of a slumberous summer afternoon, beshadows them: two miles!
it might be hundreds. In dealing with the Land of Beulah the
artist lags, in both parts, miserably behind the text, but in
the distant prospect of the Celestial City more than regains
his own. You will remember when Christian and Hopeful 'with
desire fell sick.' 'Effect of the Sunbeams' is the artist's
title. Against the sky, upon a cliffy mountain, the radiant
temple beams upon them over deep, subjacent woods; they,
behind a mound, as if seeking shelter from the splendour -
one prostrate on his face, one kneeling, and with hands
ecstatically lifted - yearn with passion after that immortal
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Vailima Prayers & Sabbath Morn by Robert Louis Stevenson:
be happy, if happiness shall be our portion - and if the day be
marked for sorrow, strong to endure it.
We thank Thee and praise Thee; and in the words of him to whom this
day is sacred, close our oblation.
LORD, enlighten us to see the beam that is in our own eye, and
blind us to the mote that is in our brother's. Let us feel our
offences with our hands, make them great and bright before us like
the sun, make us eat them and drink them for our diet. Blind us to
the offences of our beloved, cleanse them from our memories, take
them out of our mouths for ever. Let all here before Thee carry
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie:
me of it, it wouldn't matter.
"What to do with the real thing worried me no end. Finally I
opened it out flat--there were only two sheets--and laid it
between two of the advertisement pages of a magazine. I stuck the
two pages together round the edge with some gum off an envelope.
I carried the magazine carelessly stuffed into the pocket of my
"At Holyhead I tried to get into a carriage with people that
looked all right, but in a queer way there seemed always to be a
crowd round me shoving and pushing me just the way I didn't want
to go. There was something uncanny and frightening about it. In