A little infographic I put together to highlight how much Star Wars (1977-) blatantly takes from Dune (1965-1985).
WARNING: Some Spoilers abound. If you have not read Dune and wish to do so, there are reveals here that may ruin certain moments for first-time readers.
I’ve been wanting to bring some of these things to light for a while now. I will be doing a series of posts in the future based on other properties that Star Wars rips material from, both visually and thematically; namely Dune and Valerian, among others.
I do not dislike Star Wars (at least Episodes 4 &5). However, much of the DNA it holds is taken verbatim from other sources, with Dune being among, if not the largest of those sources.
Man, this has been a long week. Reblogs always appeciated. ❤️
Chapter Thirteen - Dust-form and Dangerous
Kalahira, the Goddess
of Oceans. Neptune of the tossing
seas. Tangaroa, Rán, Poseidon.
Intelligent life all stemmed from it, somewhere along the
line. All life needed it. It was cradle and sustenance; beauty and destruction.
Small surprise, then, that blinkered mortals all revered it; that souls across
the universe cried out to it in worship.
It was unifying. It was essential. It was life, like the stars in the sky and the dust
of a world still building. Light. Water. Air. There was light above her, now,
bending through the water like sheets of pale gold.
The afterlife was an ocean. It seemed momentous, somehow.
She wished that she could share it.
Until she tried to breathe.
The world condensed, then. Her lungs filled with water -
and, for a moment, her vision cleared. She wasn’t floating in a blue-rinsed
void; she was trapped inside a shuttle. Light was leaking in through a hole in
the ceiling, scattering stars across her eyes.
She kicked. Panicked.
Tried to breathe again -
Her moment of clarity dulled. Her arms and legs felt heavy,
like she was weighed down by bracelets of lead. She wanted to swim for the
surface; up, towards the light - but the stars were all going dark.
She could close her eyes, she supposed. If it didn’t hurt
now, it might never hurt again. No more loneliness. No more anger. No more
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