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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson: Till a wind or water wrinkle,
Dipping marten, plumping trout,
Spreads in a twinkle
And blots all out.
See the rings pursue each other;
All below grows black as night,
Just as if mother
Had blown out the light!
Patience, children, just a minute--
See the spreading circles die;
The stream and all in it
 A Child's Garden of Verses |