
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called “spannungsbogen”—which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.
The first lens in history deliberately designed for soft-focus photography. A grand claim—but really just the distilled essence of several equally fascinating and thoroughly tangled threads behind its creation. Where did it come from? Why did it come to be? Why is it so peculiar—and, most importantly, what does it actually shoot like?