A revaluation of all values: this question is so black and so huge that it casts shadows over anyone who puts it forward – this sort of a destiny of a task forces him to keep running out into the sunlight to shake off a seriousness that has become heavy, all too heavy.
– Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
You'll learn about the funeral plains . . . about the wilderness that is empty, the wasteland where nothing lives except the spice and the sandworms.
– the Reverend Mother, Frank Herbert, Dune