The Legend Of Narshay
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Not a wasted effort!
In a society that is run by force, where fear is the motivator, and sacrifice the greatest virtue, John Galt is the Satan incarnate. He defines morality as “a code of values accepted by choice” (927). He refuses to accept sacrifice as the highest moral value. Sacrifice, he says, is the surrender of the right to the wrong, of the good to the evil (942).
12:21 AM | Labels: atlas shrugged, ayn rand, essay, John Galt | 5 Comments
Death and its effect.
I can't imagine a world where I don't exist.
How to!
When the world revolves around me.
Once I leave,
everything will get lost,
without gravity.
Because I am that which holds them all together.
Without me, they will wander
aimlessly to far and beyond, never to return.
Except those that orbit weakly like ghosts of those who went away.
7:16 AM | | 8 Comments
appeal
You look appealing or you sound appealing, why is there not both in you?
Why is there no lost look in your eyes, when there can be one in mine?
So what divides us.
What is it that stops us from talking.
Talking about what we want to talk about.
7:09 AM | | 2 Comments
A lonely ride
devoid of music and fiction
A borrowed pen
solace to this rhthymic friction
So many things to write
easily forgotten by the end of seven days
A minuscle beggar
with eyes that would remind you of twinkling stars
Outstretched palms, grimy faced
A big apple is offered
and this little god of innocense
blesses me with a toothy smile.
7:06 AM | | 0 Comments
Gah!
11:43 PM | | 4 Comments
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