Who was Ayn Rand? - By Glenn Bullivant


Who was Ayn Rand?

To some she was an immoral sociopath who preached morality and virtues in destruction of others. To others she was in intellectual icon who delivered a philosophy dedicated to self-esteem, self-interest and self-regard. It is here where I shall attempt to distil the facts for the benefit of those who are curious and knowledge-hungry.
She was a writer and philosopher who used her life to spread the nature of the philosophy, named Objectivism. Objectivism, based upon the idea that there is an objective reality in all of our lives, has been described as a philosophy for living on Earth. Objectivism requires a person to use their mind as the one basic tool of survival and as a means of achieving one’s desires and achieving happiness. It is also required by objectivist principles that a person should act as an individual without any duty-given obligation to any other person, and says that a person can be moral by acting in such a manner.
Ayn Rand was born as Alisa Rosenbaum in 1905 within Russia and, growing up at the time of the Soviet revolution, was marked by a deep sense of loathing of the collectivist nature of the communist society in which she lived in. In 1926 at the age of 21 she escaped to the United States of America in order to live in a free nation and to take up work as a writer.
In 1943, after years of work as a screenwriter and playwright Ayn published the novel that made her and her philosophy famous. The Fountainhead told the story of an individualistic architect, Howard Roark, who wouldn’t sacrifice his talent for anyone. Howard Roark is held as being an ideal man for operating within the objectivist philosophy and not compromising his beliefs on how he should lead his life as an individual.
Metaphysics being philosophical analysis of the nature of the world, the metaphysics of objectivism states that reality, the world external to a person, exists independently of anyone’s beliefs, desires or fears. Reality is, to objectivism, whatever a person may perceive, rather than whatever a person may create or invent. Ayn Rand encapsulated this idea with the statement “A is A.” Objectivist epistemology (epistemology being the nature of knowledge) extended that idea by stating that the reasoning capability of a free and rational man is more than capable to know the full facts of reality. It was held by Ayn Rand that intelligent reasoning was the only way for a person to acquire knowledge.
In 1958 Ayn Rand published her magnum opus, a novel of more than 1000 pages in length, Atlas Shrugged. From it’s now famous opening line (“Who is John Galt?”) Atlas Shrugged spells out the full philosophy of objectivism and tells the story of business leaders (those who bare the weight of the world of their shoulders like Atlas) in the railroad and metal industries who decide to stop being exploited for their talents and labour by an ungrateful society which calls them greedy capitalists. They go on strike, they shrug.
Capitalism provides the political philosophy for objectivism. Complete laissez-faire capitalism is held to provide a scenario where government plays no role in the life in a free, independent and rational person and man is left to live in liberty. It is a system where no man’s life can be taken away from him and where consensual trade between men can bring about benefit for all.
Ayn Rand dedicated the latter part of her life to giving lectures on Objectivism as well as writing and publishing non-fiction works about her Objectivist philosophy, including The Virtue of Selfishness, For the New Intellectualand The Romantic Manifesto. Ayn Rand died in her New York City home in 1982, having used her life, and the value she placed upon it, to change the world and the realm of philosophy.
I’ll leave you with a thought from John Galt, a key character in Atlas Shrugged:
“The world will change when you are ready to pronounce this oath: I swear by my Life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for the sake of mine.”

By Glenn Bullivant

Us in the making. Us loosing it. Us finding it. - By Eliza Verethilo

Us in the making. Us loosing it. Us finding it.

Isolation. Because the world around you does nothing but confuse you. You forgot what your own voice sounded like. You talk in movie quotes, slogans, old quotes, new quotes, streaming slang, anything but your thoughts.

My thoughts, you remember? Your system strives to shut down. Hibernate. Plainly hide. Spend some much needed time, an eternity perhaps, with yourself. Who was that?

But that turns into a trap, if you immerse yourself too much into your self. So much that both the words you say and the words you hear in reply have the same monotone ring. Schizo you can differentiate between your little imaginary world and reality. You schizo. You stop recognizing the world outside, remember? the things that you fought for, desired, craved or feared.

Oh and then you stop recognizing your own body. Your own hands look foreign... Your thoughts drift so, so far away.

 I got out and paid a high price for a decent conversation and got a high five in return. I gave up my kingdom. I let my bubble kingdom burst. That apple of knowledge looked so tasty. I thought I could do better if I knew better.

 But for what do we need more words to articulate the same feeling of being lost, loneliness, human-ness. Isolation threatens to be the only exit again. Run.

 I still remained a queen in the making, blow me another bubble. Waiting to conquer the inventions and questions of ancient minds. Craving the ideas built on ideas of ideas of ideas of bodies that don't even recognise themselves.

Needless words... I pursue your crown and not the crown of gold.

 Daydream into a higher dream, day dream into can, want, wish.

I now pride myself in not trying normality, in not being grounded, in being alone and almost permanently misunderstood. Shine with your alien halo. Beautiful. I walk not knowing where I go. Walk.

That's when you let yourself know that you have a chase, to the kingdom of truth.

There are no castles, let alone buildings. Only uncertainty and an empty field, as vast as imagination can push it. Infinite. Filled up with nothing but potentiality, what will be? Let anything be. Possibilities fill your mind like watering water the watery plant, a stream of possibilities. That mind can't recognize its own hands, its own body, its own instrument of existence.

I wanted to tell you how I feel, but my mouth needs no human ears... it needs a heavenly microphone to shout out till my voice is gone and there's is nothing but silence, silence is the only answer now.

She will be queen, he will be king and then they will vanish and disappear. Dusty.

By Eliza Verethilo

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