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“Jeder von uns hat zweierlei Geist. Einen wachen Geist und einen schlafenden Geist. Unser wacher Geist ist der, der denkt und spricht. Unser schlafender Geist aber ist viel mächtiger. Er schaut tief in das Herz der Dinge hinein. Das ist der Teil von uns, der träumt. Er erinnert sich an alles. Er verleiht uns die Intuition. Dein wacher Geist versteht das Wesen der Namen nicht. Dein schlafender Geister versteht es durchaus. Er weiß bereits vieles, was dein wacher Geist nicht weiß.”

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Book:The Name of the Wind
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The Name of the Wind

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Patrick Rothfuss
Patrick Rothfuss

Patrick Rothfuss, born on June 6, 1973, is a renowned American writer known for his works in the fantasy genre. His most famous series is 'The Name of the Wind,' which has gained widespread acclaim for its unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights. more

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