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.

Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?