ramblings and rumblings of a college student.

A rebirth of thought is something that we all need to go through, right? I'm not so sure it's a natural thing, though--is it rather something we consciously decide? Never in my life have I simply gone through such, and it's folly to think I could without effort. What's the point? Honestly, I'm happy with what I am and what I am not, for better or worse. I'm not a serial killer, I'm not a compulsive liar, I'm not in love with the notion of myself. I am, on the other hand, somewhat educated, inspired, and in love with ideas (the execution of said ideas, on the other hand, is lacking.)

I am what I am.

Right?

Reality is that which exists; the unreal does not exist; the unreal is merely that negation of existence which is the content of a human consciousness when it attempts to abandon reason. Truth is the recognition of reality; reason, man's only means of knowledge, is his only standard of truth.

There is no honest revolt against reason-- and when you accept any part of their creed, your motive is to get away with something your reason would not permit you to attempt. The freedom you seek is freedom from the fact that if you stole your wealth, you are a scoundrel, no matter haw much you give to charity or haw many prayers you recite--that if you sleep with sluts, you're not a worthy husband, no matter how anxiously you feel that you love your wife next morning--that you are an entity, not a series of random pieces scattered through the universe where nothing sticks and nothing commits you to anything, the universe of a child's nightmare where identities switch and swim, where the ratter and the hero are interchangeable parts arbitrarily assumed at will--that you are a man- that you are an entity-- that you are..

Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand