The word Kralizec does not appear in the Dune saga until the book Children of Dune. It is spoken of both as a terrible fate waiting for humankind in its future and as a rite of passage for the species, an inevitability that would test humankind to its limits but, in the end, leave them with the ability to survive indefinitely within an often malignant universe. Paul Atreides Jihad killed more than 60 billion humans, but the price of Kralizec would be far greater.
This video of course will contain spoilers for the book: God Emperor of Dune. Of the many great and powerful Dukes, Barons, and Emperors of the Dune Universe, none have had more impact than the God Emperor, Leto II. His eventual powers would dwarf those of even his father, Paul Atreides. His influence outgrew the guild, all of CHOAM, even the Bene Gesserit. The great houses of the Landsraad were rendered irrelevant. He controlled the flow of spice throughout the universe, and no one moved throughout his empire without his knowledge. His prescient eye reached to the furthest reach of time, almost nothing was hidden from him. He was the most powerful human being who ever lived, by far. And the most oppressive imperial dictator of all time, never before had the whole of humanity been held in such a tight grip.
But even he was vulnerable. The God Emperor Possessed secrets. These hidden vulnerabilities are ultimately the key to his undoing. The first of the God Emperor’s Secret’s which Duncan Idaho was supposedly put in charge of maintaining, was simply the fact that he was vulnerable. He was not truly a god as many throughout the human universe truly believed, he could be harmed, he could be killed.
Odd as it may seem, great struggles such as the one you can see emerging from my journals are not always visible to the participants.
Much depends on what people dream in the secrecy of their hearts.
I have always been as concerned with the shaping of dreams as with the shaping of actions.
Between the lines of my journals is the struggle with humankind’s view of itself — a sweaty contest on a field where motives from our darkest past can well up out of an unconscious reservoir and become events with which we not only must live but contend.
It is the hydra-headed monster which always attacks from your blind side.
I pray, therefore, that when you have traversed my portion of the Golden Path you no longer will be innocent children dancing to music you cannot hear.