Today has been a scary day, so I want to console myself and maybe entertain you by sharing a story.
Last night, I was telling my husband about when I was in high school and read Heinlein's "Stranger in a Strange Land" the first time. I didn't really understand it until I read it again as an adult. At that time, I was just enchanted by how Valentine Michael Smith viewed water! Like I was on the edge of having a cosmic mystery revealed if I drank and bathed enough!
So...
One summer coming home from college, I have a vivid memory of standing in our enormous front lawn. Hose in one hand watering a newly seeded grass. In the other hand was a copy of Analog. I was reading the very first serialized version of Dune, by Herbert.
Dumping gallons of water, and imagining myself in a stillsuit.
@corlin My husband is a big "Dune" fan (that's how my sand boa ended up with the name Shai-Hulud), and we've had so many conversations that start with me asking a question about the deeper meanings of things in the story. He tells me I should just read the books. I think I'll start with the Brian Herbert trilogy that gives backstory.