Last night, for about 5 minutes, I saw a man walking through the desert. I don’t know what was going on exactly and didn’t care that much, to be honest! What I was thinking of was that the threats of the desert really seem little without the almighty will of Shai-Hulud, without the threat of Fremens taking your water if you entered their territory, without the scent of the addictive spice…The only picture I have of the desert that used to be more powerful than any before reading Dune was that of “Desert Rose”, Sting’s video.
Funny how books you like affect your perception of certain things! I do look at the desert differently (well, think of it actually, as I have never seen it in real life…) because of Dune. Some time ago I started looking at butterflies and spiders differently because of Mircea Cartarescu’s books and I did start to find more meaning in my dreams. These are just two very recent examples.
What is even more powerful in certain books is the state they give you when a certain phrase or paragraph expresses a feeling you have experienced in such a perfect way that makes you realize someone else has felt the exact same thing. Only he/she had put it into words a lot better.