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Book One: Dune
Itwasasthoughheexistedwithinaglobewithavenuesradiatingawayinalldirections...yetthisonlyapproximatedthesensation.
Herememberedonceseeingagauzekerchiefblowinginthewindandnowhesensedthefutureasthoughittwistedacrosssomesurfaceasundulantandimpermanentasthatofthewindblownkerchief.
Hesawpeople.
Hefelttheheatandcoldofuncountedprobabilities.
Heknewnamesandplaces,experiencedemotionswithoutnumber,revieweddataofinnumerableunexploredcrannies.Therewastimetoprobeandtestandtaste,butnotimetoshape.
Thethingwasaspectrumofpossibilitiesfromthemostremotepasttothemostremotefuture—fromthemostprobabletothemostimprobable.Hesawhisowndeathincountlessways.Hesawnewplanets,newcultures.
People.
People.
Hesawtheminsuchswarmstheycouldnotbelisted,yethismindcataloguedthem.
EventheGuildsmen.
Andhethought:TheGuild-there’dbeawayforus,mystrangenessaccepted
asafamiliarthingofhighvalue,alwayswithanassuredsupplyofthenow-necessaryspice.
Buttheideaoflivingouthislifeinthemind-groping-ahead-through-possible-futuresthatguidedhurtlingspaceshipsappalledhim.Itwasaway,though.AndinmeetingthepossiblefuturethatcontainedGuildsmenherecognizedhisownstrangeness.
Ihaveanotherkindofsight.Iseeanotherkindofterrain:theavailablepaths.
Theawarenessconveyedbothreassuranceandalarm—somanyplacesonthatotherkindofterraindippedorturnedoutofhissight.
