Coming Back Ages

Prologue:

This is a letter from us, Soul Dancers, and we used to be alone for a long time in this world where there is other than humanity that exists. We pray you not to murder her, our sister. That part of us whom we have given to you in an act of faith, and peace. Is there no more time for love in your heart? Has the future stolen it all?...

"There it is. Our soul. We give it to you freely. To do as you wish. And then you throw it back to us with questioning eyes. What did those Bene Gesserit did to you, we wonder... You claim to be your own, you claim to know the essence of what is being human, and you even claim to know what it takes to salvage this humanity from death. And yet we doubt all of the above because we know it is with predator eyes you watch humanity, like a game with pieces and holes. How to fit the pieces, where to find the holes. Always questions, thus is the world for you. But we know, and we would tell you if you ever listened to us Muad'dib that the world is only answers and nothing more. But then again you have been lifted by the promise of God-ness and the sweet promise of tomorrow is the only one quenching you thirst.

You will die, soon, because you are NOT a God, but only a man, less than the women who created you. Your mother. Did any son spent more time inventing his own freedom than you? Others may be fooled but we know you would give anything, including your soul, to earn back that which it is you owe to her. And you do owe her your life, given or taken everything that she has done to you afterwards. Always out of love, as any mother, not dreams of greatness as you coldly accuse her off.

You think you have the right to judge the weak. The weak that threaten you society, your perfectly horrific dream, one you imagine have created from visions and will. Who are you to decide who is weak and who is not? Who are you to oppose the course of history? If humankind is to die, who gives you the right for delay, who gives you the right to fight?

You are incapable of love, you only understand loyalty, as all Noble born are. One betrayal is death and a misspent sincerity brutally punished. And there it is the all permissive, ever justifying law of the Fremen to justify it all. Yet even the Fremens fear you, they have always done so. We should know because she-of-us was also amongst them when you came and throw them on in the carriage of the history you were about to make.

If it had only been for kanly we might have thought it excusable. Or understandable. Or human. But I find it infinitely harsh the way you used this easy justification to climb and weave your cloth of religion. Was it blinding us a purpose in itself or just acceptable and comfortable by-product of a higher and even more horrible ambition you must have had? You knew everything. You still do. It was said in the old that the future is only revealed so that you can change it. And what did you ever do to change it? You played by the book, you played by all books, this is not proof of ever wanting to make a change. You lied. And it was the Bene Gesserit training that taught you how to conceal it.

People do not need religion when they have love. Love, love, all around passion, desire and lust for the world. Then come people like You, who claim to know a higher a purpose, who invent a higher a purpose, people who would not sacrifice anything out of love because they can't. They are the slaves of nobility and honor and power. The ultimate excuse for hurting those who love you.

Like her, such as she is, taking place of your dead lover, taking her form, being her and then loving you thinking, how silly of me, that is the ultimate coin that would save anything or anyone. There were once religions that encouraged that, I do remember, saying the ultimate achievement of a human is to love. Not yours it isn't. Yours is about obeying, yours is about sufferance, yours is about YOUR endless misery of always being cast away from humanity in your iron palace. Enjoy.

We remembered the hands of the masters, the hands of your lover Chani when Scytale was a man she once knew and loved before you came, and before she dies, before he became that part of us which would love you. Probably she would not have it any other way. SHE would forgive us because she would know that she-of -us is in love with you.

And this is a gesture of kindness, you little fool. How would you feel if I told you that your mistress was just casualty of war in a way we tried to regain the freedom of human galaxies? Would it not be gentler to pay her enough attention for a careful copy, such a lovingly attentive copy that would end up in your ever faithful trey of suffering idiots and still sacrifice everything for you? You fascination is complete, this proves. For whatever you were or are you have become the ever-potent God you aimed to be. Your enemies still fall in love with you.

Now find that famous courageous cruelty on which you hang upon all your claims to humanity and kill her.

You, sad God. Enjoy eternity."