Today's Stichomancy for Michael York

The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters:

No--changed, as by some wizard's touch, The present prospect flies.

A tumult vague--a viewless strife His futile struggles crush; 'Twixt him and his an unknown life And unknown feelings rush. He sees--but scarce can language paint The tissue fancy weaves; For words oft give but echo faint Of thoughts the mind conceives.

Noise, tumult strange, and darkness dim,