Children Of Dune

by Frank Herbert

A Bene Gesserit precept reinforced the reasonable character of his words: ‘The purpose of argument is to change the nature of truth.’

These are illusions of popular history which a successful religion must promote: Evil men never prosper; only the brave deserve the fair; honesty is the best policy; actions speak louder than words; virtue always triumphs; a good deed is its own reward; any bad human can be reformed; religious talismans protect one from demon possession; only females understand the ancient mysteries; the rich are doomed to unhappiness …

And all the way down through the sietchlike maze of Temple corridors, Idaho brushed at his eyes. Tleilaxu eyes were not immune to tears.

‘This argument can wait.’ ‘It can wait forever,’

Knowing was a barrier which prevented learning.

Now, alone in the ’thopter, he allowed his grief to spend itself in great wracking sobs. Alia was gone. They had parted forever. Tears flowed from his Tleilaxu eyes and he whispered: ‘Let all the waters of Dune flow into the sand. They will not match my tears.’