For myself, of course, I cannot even tell you if I believe in anything–anything at all. Why should I? What would such beliefs grant me? Peace of mind? My mind is at peace. A secure future? Since when is the future ever secure? Worthy goals? Who decides what’s worthy? What’s “worth” all about anyway? Highness, believe me, I’m not the one for this discussion.
This was a remarkable passage in the ‘Dust of Dreams’. Indeed, though I like a lot of Mr Erikson’s musing throughout the Malazan series (plus indeed the nature that people in all times and ages have been wondering about life), this little passage really spoke to me.
Can anyone expand on the potential answers in the above?