| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Lear by William Shakespeare: To use his eyes for garden waterpots,
Ay, and laying autumn's dust.
Gent. Good sir-
Lear. I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom. What!
I will be jovial. Come, come, I am a king;
My masters, know you that?
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's life in't. Nay, an you get it, you shall get
it
by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa!
Exit running. [Attendants follow.]
King Lear |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: seen, the distant bed of it towering high above their heads. They were
rounding the curve, leaning toward the inside, gazing before them at the
swift-growing picture. There was no sound of warning. She heard nothing, but
even before the horse went down she experienced the feeling that the unison of
the two leaping animals was broken. She turned her head, and so quickly that
she saw Comanche fall. It was not a stumble nor a trip. He fell as though,
abruptly, in midleap, he had died or been struck a stunning blow.
And in that moment she remembered Planchette; it seared her brain as a
lightning-flash of all-embracing memory. Her horse was back on its haunches,
the weight of her body on the reins; but her head was turned and her eyes were
on the falling Comanche. He struck the road-bed squarely, with his legs loose
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Princess of Parms by Edgar Rice Burroughs: The transition had been so sudden and so unexpected that
it left me for a moment forgetful of aught else than my
strange metamorphosis. My first thought was, is this then
death! Have I indeed passed over forever into that other life!
But I could not well believe this, as I could feel my heart
pounding against my ribs from the exertion of my efforts to
release myself from the anaesthesis which had held me. My
breath was coming in quick, short gasps, cold sweat stood out
from every pore of my body, and the ancient experiment of
pinching revealed the fact that I was anything other than a
wraith.
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