The bondage we are born into is the bondage we cannot see. Verily, freedom is little more than the ignorance of tyranny. Live long enough, and you will see: Men resent not the whip so much as the hand that wields it.
Beliefs are the foundation of actions. Those who believed without doubting, he would say, acted without thinking. And those who acted without thinkin… - R. Scott Bakker
Beliefs are the foundation of actions. Those who believed without doubting, he would say, acted without thinking. And those who acted without thinkin…
- R. Scott Bakker
You know nothing of war. War is dark. Black as pitch. It is not a God. It does not laugh or weep. It rewards neither skill nor daring. It is not a tr… - R. Scott Bakker
You know nothing of war. War is dark. Black as pitch. It is not a God. It does not laugh or weep. It rewards neither skill nor daring. It is not a tr…
Darkness shields as much as it threatens. - R. Scott Bakker
Darkness shields as much as it threatens.
What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing … - R. Scott Bakker
What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing …
To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of anothe… - R. Scott Bakker
To be ignorant and to be deceived are two different things. To be ignorant is to be a slave of the world. To be deceived is to be the slave of anothe…
Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills. - R. Scott Bakker
Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills.
Sometimes the Nonman would climb upon some wild pulpit, the mossed remains of a fallen tree, the humped back of a boulder, and paint wonders with his… - R. Scott Bakker
Sometimes the Nonman would climb upon some wild pulpit, the mossed remains of a fallen tree, the humped back of a boulder, and paint wonders with his…
Where no paths exist, a man strays only when he misses his destination. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence,… - R. Scott Bakker
Where no paths exist, a man strays only when he misses his destination. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence,…
Everyone thinks they've won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to the billi… - R. Scott Bakker
Everyone thinks they've won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to the billi…
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