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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Blue Flower by Henry van Dyke: Out of the stillness of the winter night, a mighty rushing
noise sounded overhead.
Was it the ancient gods on their white battlesteeds, with
their black hounds of wrath and their arrows of lightning,
sweeping through the air to destroy their foes?
A strong, whirling wind passed over the treetops. It
gripped the oak by its branches and tore it from the roots.
Backward it fell, like a ruined tower, groaning and crashing as
it split asunder in four great pieces.
Winfried let his axe drop, and bowed his head for a moment
in the presence of almighty power.
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