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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner: pointing downward, as though it would say, 'I go below, but you, Bonaparte,
may soar above.' I gazed; I stood entranced. At that instant there was a
crack in the lurid lake; it swelled, expanded, and the skeleton of the
suicide disappeared, to be seen no more by mortal eye."
Here again Bonaparte rested, and then continued:
"The lake of melted stone rose in the crater, it swelled higher and higher
at the side, it streamed forth at the top. I had presence of mind; near me
was a rock; I stood upon it. The fiery torrent was vomited out and
streamed on either side of me. And through that long and terrible night I
stood there alone upon that rock, the glowing, fiery lava on every hand--a
monument of the long-suffering and tender providence of the Lord, who
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