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

Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.

Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills.

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

Exhaustion has a way of parting the veils between men, not so much because the effort of censoring their words exceeds them, but because weariness is the foe of volatility. Oft times insults that would pierce the wakeful simply thud against the sleepless and fatigued.

The thoughts of all men arise from the darkness. If you are the movement of your soul, and the cause of that movement precedes you, then how could you ever call your thoughts your own? How could you be anything other than a slave to the darkness that comes before?

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?