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Shrine to the Divided God

Do you wrestle with dreams?

Do you contend with shadows?

Do you move in a kind of sleep?

Time has slipped away.

Your life is stolen.

You tarried with trifles.

Victim of your folly.

• Dirge for Jamis on the Funeral Plain, from Songs of Muad'Dib by the Princess Irulan.

What senses do we lack that we cannot see another world all around us?

If you believe certain words, you believe their hidden arguments. When you believe something is right or wrong, true or false, you believe the assumptions in the words which express the arguments. Such assumptions are often full of holes, but remain most precious to the convinced.

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