253: awesome
Nov. 9th, 2008 01:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Awesome.
The word seems to be in such casual use, here-and-now. Slang for so many other words, used not of things that strike fear and awe into a person, but merely things that impress or amuse... Of course, with so many languages, so many changes, it surprises me not at all.
But for me, awesome, in its true meaning--
--was that moment with our stepmother when my brother held our 'thopter in the mouth of Shai-Hulud.
There are other things that also apply. The 'sietch above the ground' that Father built, the great Shield Wall, the twisting of space a Navigator creates... all awesome, all sights to strike awe and even fear...
But nothing will ever be so awesome as that moment when three of the great Old Men of the Desert rose to the surface, and one held us in its jaws.
The burning cinnamon reek of melange so strong from its throat that we could hardly breathe the air, so hot from the worm's furnace insides that heat-distortion shimmered out the windows, the teeth even longer than the longest crysknife...
Bless the Maker, bless his coming and his going.
The word seems to be in such casual use, here-and-now. Slang for so many other words, used not of things that strike fear and awe into a person, but merely things that impress or amuse... Of course, with so many languages, so many changes, it surprises me not at all.
But for me, awesome, in its true meaning--
--was that moment with our stepmother when my brother held our 'thopter in the mouth of Shai-Hulud.
There are other things that also apply. The 'sietch above the ground' that Father built, the great Shield Wall, the twisting of space a Navigator creates... all awesome, all sights to strike awe and even fear...
But nothing will ever be so awesome as that moment when three of the great Old Men of the Desert rose to the surface, and one held us in its jaws.
The burning cinnamon reek of melange so strong from its throat that we could hardly breathe the air, so hot from the worm's furnace insides that heat-distortion shimmered out the windows, the teeth even longer than the longest crysknife...
Bless the Maker, bless his coming and his going.
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Date: 2008-11-09 11:00 pm (UTC)