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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Historical Lecturers and Essays by Charles Kingsley: I am growing like the snake, crawling in the dust, and eating the
dust in which I crawl. I try to lift up my eyes to the heavens, to
the true, the beautiful, the good, the eternal nobleness which was
before all time, and shall be still when time has passed away. But
to lift up myself is what I cannot do. Who will help me? Who will
quicken me? as our old English tongue has it. Who will give me
life? The true, pure, lofty human life which I did NOT inherit from
the primaeval ape, which the ape-nature in me is for ever trying to
stifle, and make me that which I know too well I could so easily
become--a cunninger and more dainty-featured brute? Death itself,
which seems at times so fair, is fair because even it may raise me
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