Was sleepy, lazy, smooth gray clouds earlier this morning. An hour ago 1613 pm was slowly tutting to popcorn clouds to show some blue skies and a bit of sunset rays. Held succor wand and zapper running while praying.
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Odd as it may seem, great struggles such as the one you can see emerging from my journals are not always visible to the participants. Much depends on what people dream in the secrecy of their hearts. I have always been as concerned with the shaping of dreams as with the shaping of actions. Between the lines of my journals is the struggle with humankind's view of itself — a sweaty contest on a field where motives from our darkest past can well up out of an unconscious reservoir and become events with which we not only must live but contend. It is the hydra-headed monster which always attacks from your blind side. I pray, therefore, that when you have traversed my portion of the Golden Path you no longer will be innocent children dancing to music you cannot hear. -The Stolen Journals | God Emperor Of Dune
