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Oct. 2nd, 2009 09:19 amI'm re-reading Dune right now. The paperback has two covers coming off. There's a note that lists an address on Grape St in far away California inside the front cover. Frank Herbert's bushy beard stares off the back.
The day the flesh shapes and the flesh the day shapes.
Last night the moon was full or almost full, but high and tiny in the sky. We had almost all the lights turned off, and the cold house was full of puddles of silver.
...the pilgrim seeks not to conquer the worlds he visits but to surrender to them; and unlike a missionary, he seeks not to preach but, in the silence of his supplication, to listen.
Now I'm sniffly. I have a probably-a-placebo vitamin C drink powder and a bin of freeze-dried strawberries. Both are vivid and red.
That's all.
The day the flesh shapes and the flesh the day shapes.
Last night the moon was full or almost full, but high and tiny in the sky. We had almost all the lights turned off, and the cold house was full of puddles of silver.
...the pilgrim seeks not to conquer the worlds he visits but to surrender to them; and unlike a missionary, he seeks not to preach but, in the silence of his supplication, to listen.
Now I'm sniffly. I have a probably-a-placebo vitamin C drink powder and a bin of freeze-dried strawberries. Both are vivid and red.
That's all.
