silver and blue
Nik and I took a 30+ mile ride through Ellet and Catawba Valleys yesterday. I spent much of the time ignoring the scenery and instead thinking. In fact, I probably only looked up twice or thrice, catching an uncommonly green and trainquil pasture and a small brook that followed us along, providing a cool breeze as incentive for the company.
I was thinking about Atlas Shrugged and Dagny’s arrant rift with cultural and societal norms, her endless battle against stubborn values, her perpetuating dissatisfaction. It is not hard to sympathize, not at all. Yet, her saving grace, her trap door was somewhat fancifully contrived by Rand’s technological imagination, a fail-safe I cannot rely on.