We sat together as a family for dinner at night. And my mother had a job. My dad had a job. But there was always a meal on the table at 6:00, you know.

For even though our prayer-contact with God may be almost infinitely poor, the God we thus contact is infinitely rich!

It's time we aim high
It's time we see are ourselves as stars
It's time go higher than the sky
Because we are the future of the world

Paul heard his mother's grief and felt the emptiness within himself. I have no grief, he thought. Why? Why? He felt the inability to grieve as a terrible flaw.

Written By Frank Herbert

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