Of rain and sunshine.

As evidenced by the posts for the last month, things have been taking an unfamiliar turn for me lately, with most of my mental capacities focused on steering the ship, so to speak. Personal relationships seem to change as quickly as the weather, and as they ebb and flow toward and away from my path I am reminded of something: ultimately, a man walks his path alone.

I’ve all but abandoned my reading list for the summer, more for a kind of defiance of structure I suppose, as I have read some of the books on the list, and some not; I have picked up Ayn Rand’s “The Fountainhead” and “Anthem” most recently, as the cold water on the face that only forcefully preached egotist philosophy can be.