A fountain of pure genius…

Hey all! My “fast” or whatever you want to call it is over…I babysat my niece and nephew so that my sister who is very religious could go to synagogue and so that she could rest since she hasn’t been doing so well…anyways, over the past two days i’ve been rereading a book that I read a while ago and i’m amazed at what pure genius it must haven taken to be able to write such a masterpiece…the book, if you’re at all curious, is “The Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand…I bow down before her, she is brilliance at its highest form, genius at its truest form-its only form…if you haven’t read the book-read it, if you have and you didn’t understand it or didn’t like it-you’re a moron! I just wanted to copy an excerpt from her book which is very similar to something I wrote a long time ago and something i’ve always…here goes:

“How did you know what’s been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don’t want to hate…Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you-except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. ” (pg. 330 “The Fountainhead”)

Have you ever felt that way? I have, my entire life…and unless you’ve felt that way yourself you can never  truly understand what it means to be an outsider…