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nakorte
nakor 2015
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rulos 2019
Quelle est la différence entre la connaissance et l'expérience ? Le savoir est abstrait. Il s'acquiert à partir de n'importe quelle source. L'expérience, c'est ce que nous vivons, les événements de la vie à partir desquels nous intégrons des connaissances que l'on ne pourrait pas acquérir autrement. L'expérience est limitée, alors que l'on peut acquérir des connaissances à partir des expériences de nombreux autres individus. Mais le savoir sans l'expérience, nous offre une efficacité limitée.
R.E Feist
There is no magic
Nakor (Prince of the Blood, Raymond E. Feist)
Feelings don't make sense, but they can drive us, and that's what you have to understand most of all. People will often do imponderable things because of how they feel, not what they think.
Nakor the Isalani, from Magicians End by Raymond E. Feist
>Archivist: Think.
If I die, I don't think I'll be going to any place that's written down. I don't think there is a Heaven, and I don't think there is a Hell, for people like me. I don't have wings, so even if the clouds I've read about are real, I think I'd fall through. And I'm not heavy enough to sink through the pits of despair that I've heard about from so many books about good and evil. And I think.. I think I'm okay with that, wherever I end up going. Sometimes I wonder if it's going to be cold, or if it'll hurt. Will I be able to see anything, I wonder? I wonder if I'll be able to feel, or if it'll be lonely. But I hope, even though it's slim. It's slim, but I hope that maybe, just maybe, the Creator will let me see my family again, before I go. And if I could say anything to him. To her? Memories always change things, but I'm certain that he'll forgive me. He always does. And if I could say anything? I wouldn't. Because he already knows what I want to say. And I know he won't let me say it, because in the end, it'll be worse than any goodbye that we've ever spoken to each other.