It is upon reflection that I see so much potential, so little access of it..
What I write, was not written to pander to the whimsical nature of the modern crowd, but was what I write was written to last forever.
Privilege is in many ways a prison in which you must access the beautiful natures of it. Indeed, if you are born with the spherical characteristics of an emotional person, weighted heavier with emotion than rationale, indeed privilege will be a prodding entity which can only be harnessed by the latter, and harnessed as limited as your rationale is...
Rationale is the key to existence, emotions the lock to eternal destitute.
Emotions by their very nature are an addiction. It is a drug invented by the advertising world, permeated by humans and their idiosyncrasies,
I often wondered how Holden Caulfield from the Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger could ever cope with looking himself in the mirror.
Privilege was squandered.
I am not Holden.
It is important for you, the reader, to note:
"What I write, was not written to pander to the whimsical nature of the modern crowd, but what I write was written to last forever."
You must only read to ingest, ingest to appreciate.
Ayn Rand is the antidote to the corrosive nature of emotions. Emotions should be studied, quantified, and evaluated carefully, far beyond the limits of today's psychology, or vague study, I should say. Science is too respectable, too exact a word to label psychology with.
A rush, is the speed in which these ideas, not words, are printed upon the page. They will last. Forever.
It is a satisfaction knowing that, and yet, it is not satisfaction of knowing their influence on people for generations, but knowing that A Creator Created, and people Saw. That is how I write.