The world is a big place and our brain is only three pounds. R. Scott Bakker More Quotes by R. Scott Bakker More Quotes From R. Scott Bakker He had despised the sorcerer, thinking him one of those mewling souls who forever groaned beneath burdens of their own manufacture. R. Scott Bakker soul forever thinking If the world is a game whose rules are written by the God, and sorcerers are those who cheat and cheat, then who has written the rules of sorcery? R. Scott Bakker sorcery games world Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic. R. Scott Bakker desperation fantasy mad Beliefs are the foundation of actions. Those who believed without doubting, he would say, acted without thinking. And those who acted without thinking were enslaved. R. Scott Bakker foundation doubt thinking Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls. R. Scott Bakker soul children way 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 dark voice. Wonders and horrors both. R. Scott Bakker voice dark tree The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish. R. Scott Bakker anguish long world If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance. R. Scott Bakker stains vengeance black Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God. R. Scott Bakker mark done men I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they prize it above all things--all things!--but only so long as it remains invisible. R. Scott Bakker ignorance wise dark There’s faith that knows itself as faith, Proyas, and there’s faith that confuses itself for knowledge. The first embraces uncertainty, acknowledges the mysteriousness of the God. It begets compassion and tolerance. Who can entirely condemn when they’re not entirely certain they’re in the right? But the second, Proyas, the second embraces certainty and only pays lip service to the God’s mystery. It begets intolerance, hatred, violence. R. Scott Bakker tolerance hatred compassion History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang. R. Scott Bakker passion men thinking 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, and no obscenity save the tyranny of custom. R. Scott Bakker path missing men What if the choice isn’t between certainties, between this faith and that, but between faith and doubt? Between renouncing the mystery and embracing it? R. Scott Bakker what-if choices doubt To be a student required a peculiar kind of capitulation, a willingness not simply to do as one is told, but to surrendor the movements of one's soul to the unknown complexities of another's. A willingness, not simply to be moved, but to be remade. R. Scott Bakker movement peculiar soul Achamian tossed his hands skyward in dismay. “Foolish boy! How many faiths are there? How many competing beliefs? And you would murder another on the slender hope that yours is somehow the only one? R. Scott Bakker belief boys hands Darkness shields as much as it threatens. R. Scott Bakker shields darkness Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills. R. Scott Bakker understanding compassion doubt The world is only as deep as we can see. This is why fools think themselves profound. This is why terror is the passion of revelation. R. Scott Bakker passion profound thinking
