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"In the thinking of the pious, the Floor of the Sea is a great, calm plain on which, in static promenade, the buried dead stand about in the blue shrouds of women and the red shrouds of men, their feet bound to their burial stones, contemplating for eternity the aqueous silence.
Unable to bear such a prospect, the sailor has invented the lascivious Sea women, and the soldier has named our twin suns Sha'tule and the Sha'charn...'commander of the dead that arise as mists,' and 'commander of the dead that arise as storms.' " --Wyman Guin, "A Man of the Renaissance" in: Living Way Out (1967)
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