Today's Stichomancy for Tom Leykis

The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot:

The lamp hummed: "Regard the moon, La lune ne garde aucune rancune, She winks a feeble eye, She smiles into corners. She smooths the hair of the grass. The moon has lost her memory. A washed-out smallpox cracks her face, Her hand twists a paper rose, That smells of dust and old Cologne, She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells