Why don't I just go to bed like a sensible person? I'm sitting here, typing, when I really just want to sleep, to rest those weary eyes, tormented cortex-ual neurons, aching somatic and skeletal muscles, escape consciousness. Three minutes till tomorrow.
Go to sleep!
No!
Why?
Why not?
Who is John Galt? (Ha, ha! I have succeeded in turning this strange tiring narrative into something remotely profound.)
"I do not understand what I do." I'm not doing what I want to do right now. But then again I am.
Good Morning.
Go to sleep!!!
12:03am Saturday, February 9th, Year of Our Lord 2008
2 comments:
Who is John Galt?
Uh, I'm not quite sure. I've just started reading "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand. I'm not going to either recommend or advise against the book because I haven't finished reading it yet.
I have no idea who John Galt is. So far, it seems that the question, "Who is John Galt?", means that the preceeding question is unanswerable.
I am somewhat skeptical whether he actually exists in the story, but I suppose I should wait to make such conjectures until I at least reach the 5th or 6th chapter. ;-)
The better question is:"Who is elferkid?" :)
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