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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson: four daughters, and made the kava of the dead; and there sat the
comers out of the islands of the living, dripping and lamenting.
This was a dread place to reach for any of the sons of men. But of
all who ever came there, the missionary was the most concerned;
and, to make things worse, the person next him was a convert of his
own.
"Aha," said the convert, "so you are here like your neighbours?
And how about all your stories?"
"It seems," said the missionary, with bursting tears, "that there
was nothing in them."
By this the kava of the dead was ready, and the daughters of Miru
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