Today's Stichomancy for Karl Rove

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

Lost to mortality.

"Thus truly, when that breast is cold, Thy prisoned soul shall rise; The dungeon mingle with the mould-- The captive with the skies. Nature's deep being, thine shall hold, Her spirit all thy spirit fold, Her breath absorb thy sighs. Mortal! though soon life's tale is told; Who once lives, never dies!"

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP.