| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Mountains by Stewart Edward White: backs, as though fighting out the battles of our souls.
It was all so unreal and yet so plain to our senses
that perforce automatically our experience had to
conclude it psychical. We were in air absolutely
still. Yet above us the trees writhed and twisted and
turned and bent and struck back, evidently in the
power of a mighty force. Across the calm heavens
the murk of flying atmosphere--I have always maintained
that if you looked closely enough you could
SEE the wind--the dim, hardly-made-out, fine debris
fleeing high in the air;--these faintly hinted at intense
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: of good in the world."
With this he opened a back door that let in a flood of sunshine, and
Santa Claus sniffed the fresh air gratefully.
"I bear no malice," said he to the Daemon, in a gentle voice; "and I
am sure the world would be a dreary place without you. So, good
morning, and a Merry Christmas to you!"
With these words he stepped out to greet the bright morning, and a
moment later he was trudging along, whistling softly to himself, on
his way to his home in the Laughing Valley.
Marching over the snow toward the mountain was a vast army, made up of
the most curious creatures imaginable. There were numberless knooks
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: lessons in private houses.
One detail alone in the midst of this vague and useless information
was of interest. For the last few months Monsieur Jacques Bricheteau
had received a voluminous number of letters the postage on which
indicated that they came from foreign parts; but, in spite of his
desires, the worthy concierge had never, he said, been able to
decipher the post-mark. Thus this detail, which might have been very
useful to me became for the moment absolutely worthless.
I returned home, persuading myself that a pathetic letter addressed to
the refractory Bricheteau would induce him to receive me. Mingling
with my entreaties the touch of a threat, I let him know that I was
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