|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain:
"Mighty few people that you and I will ever get a chance to see,
Captain. Not a solitary commoner ever has the luck to see a
reception of a prophet, I can tell you. All the nobility, and all
the patriarchs and prophets - every last one of them - and all the
archangels, and all the princes and governors and viceroys, were
there, - and NO small fry - not a single one. And mind you, I'm
not talking about only the grandees from OUR world, but the princes
and patriarchs and so on from ALL the worlds that shine in our sky,
and from billions more that belong in systems upon systems away
outside of the one our sun is in. There were some prophets and
patriarchs there that ours ain't a circumstance to, for rank and
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Confidence by Henry James:
She herself was incapable of being rude or ungracious, and now that she
was fairly confronted with the plausible object of her mistrust,
she composed herself to her usual attitude of refined liberality.
Her book was a volume of Victor Cousin.
"You must have an extraordinary power of abstracting your mind,"
Bernard said to her, observing it. "Studying philosophy at the Baden
Kursaal strikes me as a real intellectual feat."
"Don't you think we need a little philosophy here?"
"By all means--what we bring with us. But I should n't attempt
the use of the text-book on the spot."
"You should n't speak of yourself as if you were not clever,"
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw:
mate, he casts himself wearily down, and again appeals to his
friend the bird, who tells him of a woman sleeping on a mountain
peak within a fortress of fire that only the fearless can
penetrate. Siegfried is up in a moment with all the tumult of
spring in his veins, and follows the flight of the bird as it
pilots him to the fiery mountain.
The Third Act
To the root of the mountain comes also the Wanderer, now nearing
his doom. He calls up the First Mother from the depths of the
earth, and begs counsel from her. She bids him confer with the
Norns (the Fates). But they are of no use to him: what he seeks