Today's Stichomancy for Jon Stewart

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

There's sand and sea-weed on her robe, Her hollow eyes are blind; No pulse in such a frame can throb, No life is there defined.

Gilbert turned ashy-white, but still His lips vouchsafed no cry; He spurred his strength and master-will To pass the figure by,-- But, moving slow, it faced him straight, It would not flinch nor quail: Then first did Gilbert's strength abate,