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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: milky way was bright, like a moonlit cloud; half heaven
seemed milky way. The greater luminaries shone each more
clearly than a winter's moon. Their light was dyed in every
sort of colour - red, like fire; blue, like steel; green,
like the tracks of sunset; and so sharply did each stand
forth in its own lustre that there was no appearance of that
flat, star-spangled arch we know so well in pictures, but all
the hollow of heaven was one chaos of contesting luminaries -
a hurry-burly of stars. Against this the hills and rugged
treetops stood out redly dark.
As we continued to advance, the lesser lights and milky ways
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