Today's Stichomancy for Bill Gates

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

Still seem, in every passing breeze, The deed of blood to tell.

They named him mad, and laid his bones Where holier ashes lie; Yet doubt not that his spirit groans In hell's eternity.

But, lo! night, closing o'er the earth, Infects our thoughts with gloom; Come, let us strive to rally mirth Where glows a clear and tranquil hearth In some more cheerful room.