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Book Two: Muad‘dib
Hismother’swordshadlockedontotheworkingofthespiceessence,andhehadfelthervoiceriseandfallwithinhimliketheshadowsofanopenfire.Throughitall,hehadsensedtheedgeofcynicisminher—heknewhersowell!—butnothingcouldstopthisthingthathadbegunwithamorseloffood.
Terriblepurpose!
Hesensedit,theraceconsciousnessthathecouldnotescape.Therewasthesharpenedclarity,theinflowofdata,thecoldprecisionofhisawareness.Hesanktothefloor,sittingwithhisbackagainstrock,givinghimselfuptoit.
Awarenessflowedintothattimelessstratumwherehecouldviewtime,sensingtheavailablepaths,thewindsofthefuture...thewindsofthepast:theone-eyedvisionofthepast,theone-eyedvisionofthepresentandtheone-eyedvisionofthefuture—allcombinedinatrinocularvisionthatpermittedhimtoseetime-become-space.
Therewasdanger,hefelt,ofoverrunninghimself,andhehadtoholdontohisawarenessofthepresent,sensingtheblurreddeflectionofexperience,theflowingmoment,thecontinualsolidificationofthat-which-isintotheperpetual-was.
Ingraspingthepresent,hefeltforthefirsttimethemassivesteadinessoftime’smovementeverywherecomplicatedbyshiftingcurrents,waves,surges,andcountersurges,likesurfagainstrockycliffs.Itgavehimanewunderstandingofhisprescience,andhesawthesourceofblindtime,thesourceoferrorinit,withanimmediatesensationoffear.
