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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: clouds--they quickened the seeds of understanding.
At length he looked up. "I don't know," he said, "what spirits
have come to live in the house of evil that I built--but you're
there and that's enough for me. It's strange," he went on after
another pause, "she wished the best for me so often, and now, at
last, it's through her that it's come to me. But for her I
shouldn't have known you--it's through her that I've found you.
Sometimes, do you know?--that makes it hardest--makes me most
intolerable to myself. Can't you see that it's the worst thing
I've got to face? I sometimes think I could have borne it better
if you hadn't understood! I took everything from her--everything--
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