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🌒 Now, as the final curtain is close to falling, and only now, is it apparent our world here is one of crisscross double cross, bodies litter the stage as if this were the closing act of Hamlet, the darts fly thick as a swarm of stinging wasps, and I am yet not convinced who is foe or who is friend 🌒

Thou didst divide the sand by thy strength; Thou breakest the heads of the dragons in the desert.

Yea, I behold thee as a beast coming up from the dunes; thou hast the two horns of the lamb, but thou speakest as the dragon.

REVISED ORANGE CATHOLIC BIBLE
ARRAN II:4

Religion is the emulation of the adult by the child. Religion is the encystment of past beliefs: mythology, which is guesswork, the hidden assumptions of trust in the universe which men have made in search of personal power, all of it mingled with shreds of enlightenment. And always the ultimate unspoken commandment is ‘Thou shalt not question!' But we question. We break that commandment as a matter of course.

"Continue to stare at your hands,” Lady Jessica demanded.

“Make them old, as old as you can imagine.

“It may take time.

“But when you see them age, reverse the process. Make your hands young again—as young as you can make them.

“Strive to take them from infancy to great age at will, back and forth, back and forth."

"They don't change!" Leto protested.

The one-eyed view of our universe says you must not look far afield for problems.

Such problems may never arrive.

Instead, tend to the wolf within your fences.

The packs ranging outside may not even exist.

THE AZHAR BOOK / SHAMRA I:4

The tigers moved fast in the last of the light, leaping from rock to rock. They were eye-minded creatures and soon it would be night, the time of the ear-minded.

The bell-call of a nightbird came to emphasize the change.

Creatures of the darkness were hustling in the shadows of the etched crevasses.

The tigers flowed with power, a rippling sense of golden sureness in every movement.

And the twins ran.

“Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of the human mind!”

"I will hear no more," Stilgar said.

He turned and began climbing down the rocks toward the oasis across the sand.

He heard Leto following.

Presently Leto passed him and, glancing back, said: "Have you noticed, Stil, how beautiful the young women are this year?"

He saw a vision of armor. Nothing penetrated his armor—not knife or poison or sand, not the dust of the desert or its heat. He carried the power to make the Coriolis storm, to shake the earth and erode it into nothing. In his left hand he carried the scepter of absolute mastery. And beyond the Golden Path, his eyes looked into eternity which he knew to be the food of his soul and of his everlasting flesh.

Night fell upon the desert as the hawk had fallen upon the partridge 🌖 🌒 🌑