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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from When the World Shook by H. Rider Haggard: sightlessness of those staring orbs. Across the knees lay a naked
sword and beneath the cloak the arms were hidden. In its complete
simplicity the thing was marvelous.
On either side upon the pedestal knelt a figure of the size of
life. One was an old and withered man with death stamped upon his
face; the other was a beautiful, naked woman, her hands clasped
in the attitude of prayer and with vague terror written on her
vivid features.
Such was this glorious group of which the meaning could not be
mistaken. It was Fate throned upon the sun, wearing the
constellations as his garment, armed with the sword of Destiny
When the World Shook | 
