'THE FOUNTAINHEAD' is a book by Ayn Rand. This was casually introduced to me by my friend. I fell in love with the author just as I started reading her book. Her 'Introduction' on the 25th Anniversary of the book put us on common grounds. In the preface, her quote of Nietzsche was the first sign of attraction, stated thus:
"... It is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also is not to be lost - The noble soul has reverence for itself - (Friedrich Neitzsche, Beyond Good and Evil.)"
The second was the wonderful rendition in the text, stated thus:
'... The water seemed immovable, the stone - flowing.'
Now I am a fan of Ayn Rand. A search on The Internet revealed that she's also the creator of the Theory of Objectivism. She has one more famous novel named Atlas Shrugged, a copy of which will soon find its place on my Bookshelf.
Ah, I relish the marriage of Storytelling and Philosophy, and am delighted to find just the person I was looking for. I have to read the rest of the book, hope all goes fine as I sense negative criticism in almost every review I read!
- Aravindh
Monday, November 27, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
The Sink
With Quicksand all around me, I sink slowly, And so sink the people around me, I wave my hand in fury, lest a hand from heaven save me, No trees around, not even grass, nothing to grab hold of, I sink slowly. With the advent of rain - the slightest hope goes faint, The more I struggle, the more I sink, I give up all hope, close my eyes, wait for death to come, And I sink slowly. - Aravindh
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Three Little Birds
THREE LITTLE BIRDS lived in a nest
on a giant oak tree,
Their mother to feed them choiciest food,
They lived on worry free.
On one day the wind blew hard
and their nest began to shake,
Firm winged of them on that day took off,
Leaving the nest to break.
The hard wind did no harm to the nest
and the two little birds played on,
Until the day the curious of the two,
And now firm winged, was gone.
One little bird now in the nest
lived on all alone,
Hoping some passer-by would play with him,
Until he is grown.
- Aravindh
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
On what to be proud of
I'll say this and say nothing more: Think of what you're proud of: something that you've accomplished yourself or something that...
-
A traveler has seen many beautiful sights and heard many melodious sounds -- but are these sights and sounds what he craves for? No -- these...
-
You're scientific, atheist, etc. Is Homeopathy OK for your parents, relatives, and friends who INSIST on taking them? How do you best ...
-
Life as an example to others Whilst returning home from an inconsequential place, I chanced upon Magan -- it is rarely that I find myself f...