| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Drama on the Seashore by Honore de Balzac: We now heard the hurried steps of our guide; he had put on his Sunday
clothes. We addressed a few ordinary words to him; he seemed to think
that our mood had changed, and with that reserve that comes of misery,
he kept silence. Though from time to time we pressed each other's
hands that we might feel the mutual flow of our ideas and impressions,
we walked along for half an hour in silence, either because we were
oppressed by the heat which rose in waves from the burning sands, or
because the difficulty of walking absorbed our attention. Like
children, we held each other's hands; in fact, we could hardly have
made a dozen steps had we walked arm in arm. The path which led to
Batz was not so much as traced. A gust of wind was enough to efface
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: get home."
'"No - no!" I said. "Let us three poor men kneel and thank
God for His mercies."
'We kneeled, and old Padda shuffled up and thrust his head
under Meon's elbows. I laid my hand upon it and blessed him. So
did Eddi.
'"And now, my son," I said to Meon, "shall I baptize thee?"
'"Not yet," said he. "Wait till we are well ashore and at home.
No God in any Heaven shall say that I came to him or left him
because I was wet and cold. I will send Padda to my people for a
boat. Is that witchcraft, Eddi?"
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: be forgotten. For an instant, among the Hebrides and just
about sundown, I have seen something like it on the sea
itself. But the white was not so opaline; nor was there,
what surprisingly increased the effect, that breathless,
crystal stillness over all. Even in its gentlest moods the
salt sea travails, moaning among the weeds or lisping on the
sand; but that vast fog ocean lay in a trance of silence, nor
did the sweet air of the morning tremble with a sound.
As I continued to sit upon the dump, I began to observe that
this sea was not so level as at first sight it appeared to
be. Away in the extreme south, a little hill of fog arose
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