You without the trimmings

I just stumbled upon a behemoth of an epiphany recently while devouring ‘the fountainhead’ by Ayn Rand. It was a book intent on uncovering a simple manner of approaching complex situations… I liken it to a marriage terms: Simplexity. It was crazy how at times we need to digest something in a tangible form to find words for the thoughts that one holds inside. I recommend the book for all and the central characters of Howard Roark, Peter & Dominique provide a perfect spectrum of outlooks that we are laden with. Agreed they might be the extreme examples of it, but nonetheless I assume we need extremes to be able to understand the subtleties of ourselves. Not making too much sense, but then again it will, if you read the book.

Here’s an excerpt of Dominique’s

“People want nothing but mirrors around them. To reflect them while they’re reflecting too. You know, like the infinite senselessness you get from two mirrors facing each other across a narrow passage. Reflections of reflections. Echoes of echoes. No beginning and no end. No center & no purpose. I am what you want me to be. I don’t go sprouting book reviews to hide my emptiness of judgment [irony knows no bounds]- I say I have no judgment. I don’t borrow designs to hide my creative impotence- I create nothing. I am you without the trimmings.”