Vid Rec: Doctor Sleep
Jul. 27th, 2024 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The whispers of his name grow into chants. Muad’Dib. Muad'Dib. Muad'Dib. She could kill a thousand men, and still the first one after would utter his name. It is pointless to run from it, to hide from it. She knows this. She does not bother with lying to herself about a truth as fundamental as this. She cannot escape him.
But for a time, life is simple.
And then it is not.
Or — Chani, in the aftermath.
The practice is the intersection of self, word, and pattern. Word is inviolate, and patterns have been a part of Naomi Cohen's life for as long as she can remember. Her Self, however, has reached a point of flux, and in that challenge risks collapse.
So obviously the solution is ignore the problem and hope it goes away. Naomi is a student of the past, after all.
And the one thing everyone knows about the past is that it has never, ever had even the slightest bearing on the present.