I am reading Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead for the third or fourth time.
Depending on what is the focus of my inquiry at the time, the book has different highlights.
This time it is how the divine gets through to you to provide you with guidance, substance to your life, for a lifetime.
I have been weakened by some stomach bug that makes all manner of eating distasteful to me, so I haven’t eaten for two days, and I am increasingly weak with an undercurrent of depression… sleeping, napping does that to me. So I am weepier than normal.
So here is am sitting here trying to get some work done, recalling the incident in The Fountainhead, where Mike the electrician and Roark the architect first meet. Continue reading “What you value and how much tells me all I want to know about you…”