"This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before...The fortune of my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of spirit."
-- Ayn Rand
Ayn Rand lived in her own world, in her mind. The more I read about her, the more few things make sense to me. It is as if I am watching thoughts take shape of words to read back to me, sensations that I had long forgotten somehow.
