Philosophy.
There was undeniable truth in each and every word that Verin had phrased. These were words coming from the heart and not the tedious repetition of empty doctrines. Beautifully articulated his view was expressed with such elegant precision. Having someone opened up in such a way was a new thing for him. Faith, the truest and purest kind of faith was guiding this man. And he was a follower of Rhysol, the patron of Chaos, Lies and Betrayal. It was odd that someone who believed in him had such ordered thoughts, such honesty and dedication. A true paradox that gave Daegron food for thought. He had more to say:
"Why separate Faith from Truth ? Why distinguish these concepts in such a way as to favour the one instead of the other? Shouldn't faith lead us to a unique kind of truth? One that may be created by our senses but strengthened by our belief? And if we put our truths in a certain order and systematize it, this order doesn't remind us of what we call science?" he grinned and took a deep breath.
"And what are facts, but things that we perceive as such ? What if our belief guides our perception ? Wouldn’t these facts be subjective ? Interpreted and filtered by our faith ?"
He didn't want to give the impression of someone who argues for the sake of argument
"There are many ways to look at a matter such as this and many points of view, as you well know. Your point of view is piercing the subject and exposing it in a way that I've never experienced. And for that, you have earned my honest admiration."
As in all faiths, the main volume of believers were sheep; ignorant followers of an absolute truth that they would never dare question or at least examine carefully. And always this mass, this mindless mob carried strength beyond measure. And Verin's words about devotion that stems from questioning brought another smile in his tired face.
"Be it hard for you to accept, we are more or less the same in terms of questioning and devotion." He pushed his glass once more, asking for another round.
"Yet I envy youm friend, for it seems that where I have failed, you have succeeded." He let a few moments of silence to fill the air before picking up the glass that was filled and pouring it down his throat. He relished the burning sensation along with the bitter self-pity that loomed over him.
"Your questions have brought you answers, your doubts are gone, your devotion is aimed, your faith has grown and you own personal truth uncovered. I on the other hand have only my doubts, my meagre collection of half-truths, my suspicion and nowhere to place my devotion; no path is clear". He looked away and a tired sigh escaped him.But then his frown seemed to be lifted and he smiled once more, showing genuine interest in the Bartender's lack of sermon and his truly meaningful talk. His emptied glass was pushed once more in need of a refill.
"Much as I'd love clarity, perhaps this confusion and endless well of questions are there to strengthen my resolve until the time is right. I do not regret this path that is my choice, yet I often wonder. What is clarity like ?"
There was undeniable truth in each and every word that Verin had phrased. These were words coming from the heart and not the tedious repetition of empty doctrines. Beautifully articulated his view was expressed with such elegant precision. Having someone opened up in such a way was a new thing for him. Faith, the truest and purest kind of faith was guiding this man. And he was a follower of Rhysol, the patron of Chaos, Lies and Betrayal. It was odd that someone who believed in him had such ordered thoughts, such honesty and dedication. A true paradox that gave Daegron food for thought. He had more to say:
"Why separate Faith from Truth ? Why distinguish these concepts in such a way as to favour the one instead of the other? Shouldn't faith lead us to a unique kind of truth? One that may be created by our senses but strengthened by our belief? And if we put our truths in a certain order and systematize it, this order doesn't remind us of what we call science?" he grinned and took a deep breath.
"And what are facts, but things that we perceive as such ? What if our belief guides our perception ? Wouldn’t these facts be subjective ? Interpreted and filtered by our faith ?"
He didn't want to give the impression of someone who argues for the sake of argument
"There are many ways to look at a matter such as this and many points of view, as you well know. Your point of view is piercing the subject and exposing it in a way that I've never experienced. And for that, you have earned my honest admiration."
As in all faiths, the main volume of believers were sheep; ignorant followers of an absolute truth that they would never dare question or at least examine carefully. And always this mass, this mindless mob carried strength beyond measure. And Verin's words about devotion that stems from questioning brought another smile in his tired face.
"Be it hard for you to accept, we are more or less the same in terms of questioning and devotion." He pushed his glass once more, asking for another round.
"Yet I envy youm friend, for it seems that where I have failed, you have succeeded." He let a few moments of silence to fill the air before picking up the glass that was filled and pouring it down his throat. He relished the burning sensation along with the bitter self-pity that loomed over him.
"Your questions have brought you answers, your doubts are gone, your devotion is aimed, your faith has grown and you own personal truth uncovered. I on the other hand have only my doubts, my meagre collection of half-truths, my suspicion and nowhere to place my devotion; no path is clear". He looked away and a tired sigh escaped him.But then his frown seemed to be lifted and he smiled once more, showing genuine interest in the Bartender's lack of sermon and his truly meaningful talk. His emptied glass was pushed once more in need of a refill.
"Much as I'd love clarity, perhaps this confusion and endless well of questions are there to strengthen my resolve until the time is right. I do not regret this path that is my choice, yet I often wonder. What is clarity like ?"
