He realized suddenly that it was one thing to see the past occupying the present, but the true test of prescience was to see the past in the future. … - Frank Herbert

There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace — those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move toward death.

Any conversation is a unique jazz performance. Some are more pleasing to the ears, but that is not necessarily a measurement of their importance

But, putting on a stillsuit, he put on the desert.