Free Agent Musings

Ayn Rand's Brilliance

    “Look, Gail.” Roark got up, reached out, tore a thick branch off a tree, held it in both hands, one fist closed at each end; then, his wrists and knuckles tensed against the resistance, he bent the branch slowly into an arc. “Now I can make what I want of it: a bow, a spear, a cane, a railing. That’s the meaning of life.”

    “Your strength?”

    “Your work.” He tossed the branch aside. “The material the earth offers you and what you make of it…”

    - The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand