| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: uncontrollable. He was running wild, with breaking gait. Closer
and closer crept that white, smoothly gliding, beautiful machine
of speed.
Then, like one white flash following another, the two horses
gleamed down the bank of a wash and disappeared in clouds
of dust.
Gale watched with strained and smarting eyes. The thick throb
in his ears was pierced by faint sounds of gunshots. Then he
waited in almost unendurable suspense.
Suddenly something whiter than the background of dust appeared
above the low roll of valley floor. Gale leveled his glass. In the
Desert Gold |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Seraphita by Honore de Balzac: the way is hard at first," said the weary sufferer; "God wills that
you shall seek Him for Himself. In that sense, He is jealous; He
demands your whole self. But when you have given Him yourself, never,
never will He abandon you. I leave with you the keys of the kingdom of
His Light, where evermore you shall dwell in the bosom of the Father,
in the heart of the Bridegroom. No sentinels guard the approaches, you
may enter where you will; His palaces, His treasures, His sceptre, all
are free. 'Take them!' He says. But--you must WILL to go there. Like
one preparing for a journey, a man must leave his home, renounce his
projects, bid farewell to friends, to father, mother, sister, even to
the helpless brother who cries after him,--yes, farewell to them
Seraphita |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: "I don't rightly know for that," said Silver; "and I don't see what
it's got to do with it, anyway. What I know is this: if there is
sich a thing as a Author, I'm his favourite chara'ter. He does me
fathoms better'n he does you - fathoms, he does. And he likes
doing me. He keeps me on deck mostly all the time, crutch and all;
and he leaves you measling in the hold, where nobody can't see you,
nor wants to, and you may lay to that! If there is a Author, by
thunder, but he's on my side, and you may lay to it!"
"I see he's giving you a long rope," said the Captain. "But that
can't change a man's convictions. I know the Author respects me; I
feel it in my bones; when you and I had that talk at the blockhouse
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