I know I'm not the most perceptive of readers. Sometimes I have to reread something a couple of times before I grasp the hidden meaning behind things. Combine this with Bakkers ability to hide meaning behind words and you have me absolutely loving his books but not understanding everything the depth of things the first time round. So, having said that it's entirely possible that I just missed the explanation for this if it was in the books. (I'm also rereading, so yay for that.)
My query is simple: The Nonmen have been around for so long that they lose their memories of things that aren't marked by trauma and emotional agony. Why do the Inchoroi, who are significantly older (as far as I understand) not likewise lose their minds?
Or is it that they already have and are driven by the memory and knowledge of damnation - the most traumatic thing of all?
Edited: PLaced everything in a spoiler tag and rewrote the thread title. Just in case someone who hasn't discovered this information yet comes across it.
As H said, they might simply be built better for long life spans, but then again, we do see evidence of them losing their memories. I cannot remember which book it is, but in one of them we have Aurang musing over his past and although he can remember
having been on previous worlds, he cannot actually remember being there, IIRC.
Edit: Alright, here it is, in the beginning of chapter 13 of The Unholy Consult:
Surfaces vast and gold soared and plunged about the Inchoroi, who appeared sepia for reflected light, like something carved from an apple. He hung out from one arm, clawed feet braced against the Horn's impenetrable skin, so high his lungs ached for the the emptiness of the air. Though he had been Grafted for this world, the frame of his body remembered its distant womb, or at least held fast some portion of it. His soul, however, recalled nothing of his origin, unless solace could be called recollection. he dreamed it on occasion, especially when novelty had commanded his day, as if all those ancient experiences, hidden as they were, remained essential to his understanding. But he could never remember these dreams. He knew only that contentment hummed deep within, hanging thus, stirring him to wonder at worlds with thinner air.