Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans in the finite space of a planetary ecosystem as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the sys-tem, but what kind of existence is possible for those who do survive. -PARDOT KYNES, FIRST PLANETOLOGIST OF ARRAKIS
I have seen a friend become a worshiper, he thought.
"How would you like to live billions upon billions of lives?" Paul asked. "There's a fabric of legends for you! Think of all those experiences, the wisdom they'd bring. But wisdom tempers love, doesn't it! And it puts a new shape on hate. How can you tell what's ruthless unless you've plumbed the depths of both cruelty and kindness! You should fear me, Mother. I am the Kwisatz Haderach."
They had never dared grasp the sword... and now they could not grasp it.
He's a talker, Paul thought. There's another weakness. He grows uneasy in the face of silence.
I have seen a friend become a worshiper, he thought.
"How would you like to live billions upon billions of lives?" Paul asked. "There's a fabric of legends for you! Think of all those experiences, the wisdom they'd bring. But wisdom tempers love, doesn't it! And it puts a new shape on hate. How can you tell what's ruthless unless you've plumbed the depths of both cruelty and kindness! You should fear me, Mother. I am the Kwisatz Haderach."
They had never dared grasp the sword... and now they could not grasp it.
He's a talker, Paul thought. There's another weakness. He grows uneasy in the face of silence.
Use the first moments in study. You may miss many an opportunity for quick victory this way, but the moments of study are insurance of success. Take your time and be sure.
"He who can destroy a thing has the real control of it," Paul said. "We can destroy the spice."
I have seen a friend become a worshiper, he thought.
"How would you like to live billions upon billions of lives?" Paul asked. "There's a fabric of legends for you! Think of all those experiences, the wisdom they'd bring. But wisdom tempers love, doesn't it! And it puts a new shape on hate. How can you tell what's ruthless unless you've plumbed the depths of both cruelty and kindness! You should fear me, Mother. I am the Kwisatz Haderach."
When your opponent fears you, then's the moment when you give the fear its own rein, give it the time to work on him. Let it become terror. The terrified man fights himself. Eventually, be attacks in desperation. That is the most dangerous moment, but the terrified man can be trusted usually to make a fatal mistake. You are being trained here to detect these mistakes and use them.
In the time of mourning, I'Il mourn him.
In the time of mourning, I'Il mourn him.
When your opponent fears you, then's the moment when you give the fear its own rein, give it the time to work on him. Let it become terror. The terrified man fights himself. Eventually, be attacks in desperation. That is the most dangerous moment, but the terrified man can be trusted usually to make a fatal mistake. You are being trained here to detect these mistakes and use them.
What do you despise? By this are you truly known.
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Halleck's words came back to Paul: "Mood's a thing for cattle or for making love. You fight when the necessity arises, no matter your mood." Perhaps that's it, Paul thought. I'll mourn my father later... when there's time.
The banker put down his fork, spoke in an angry voice: "It's said that the Fremen scum drink the blood of their dead." Kynes shook his head, spoke in a lecturing tone: "Not the blood, sir. But all of a man's water, ultimately, belongs to his people—to his tribe. It's a necessity when you live near the Great Flat. All water's precious there, and the human body is composed of some seventy per cent water by weight. A dead man, surely, no longer requires that water."
"The whole theory of warfare is calculated risk," the Duke said, "but when it comes to risking your own family, the element of calculation gets submerged in.. other things."
If wishes were fishes we'd all cast nets
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
