"Emilie Eggleston" Profile

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"In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit."


"You propose to establish a social order based on the following tenets: that you're incompetent to run your own life, but competent to run the lives of others--that you're unfit to exist in freedom, but fit to become an omnipotent ruler--that you're unable to earn your living by the use of your own intelligence, but able to judge politicians and to vote them into jobs of total power over arts you have never seen, over sciences you have never studied, over achievements of which you have no knowledge, over the gigantic industries where you, by your own definition of capacity, would be unable successfully to fill the job of assistant greaser."What blank-out permitted you to hope that you could get away with this muck of contradictions and to plan it as an ideal society, when the "No" of your victims was sufficient to demolish the whole of your structure?  What permits any insolent beggar to wave his sores in the face of his betters and to plead for help in the tone of a threat?  You cry, as he does, that you are counting on our pity, but your secret hope is the moral code that has taught you to count on our guilt.  You expect us to feel guilty of our virtures in the presence of your vices, wounds and failures--guilty of succeeding at existence, guilty of enjoying the life that you damn, yet beg us to help you live."There have always been men of intelligence who went on strike, in protest and despair, but they did not know the meaning of their action.  The man who retires from public life, to think, but not to share his thoughts--the man who chooses to spend his years in the obscurity of menial employment, keeping to himself the fire of his mind, never giving it form, expression or reality, refusing to bring it into a world he despises--the man who is defeated by revulsion, the man who renounces before he has started, the man who gives up rather than give in, the man who functions at a fraction of his capacity, disarmed by his longing for an ideal he has not found--they are on strike, on strike against unreason, on strike against your world and your values.  But not knowing any values of their own, they abandon the quest to know--in the darkness of their hopeless indignation, which is righteous without knowledge of the right, and passionate without knowledge of desire, they concede to you the power of reality and surrender the incentives of their mind--and they perish in bitter futility, as rebels who never learned the object of their rebellion, as lovers who never discovered their love."The infamous times you call the Dark Ages were an era of intelligence on strike, when men of ability went underground and lived undiscovered, studying in secret, and died, destroying the works of their mind, when only a few of the bravest of martyrs remained to keep the human race alive.  Every period ruled by mystics was an era of stagnation and want, when most men were on strike against existence, working for less than their barest survival, leaving nothing but scraps for their rulers to loot, refusing to think, to venture, to produce, when the ultimate collector of their profits and the final authority on truth or error was the whim of some gilded degenerate sanctioned as superior to reason by divine right and by grace of the club.  The road of human history was a string of blank-outs over sterile stretches eroded by faith and force, with only a few brief bursts of sunlight, when the released energy of the men of the mind performed the wonders you gaped at, admired and promptly extinguished again."But there will be no extinction, this time.  The game of the mystics is up.  You will perish in and by your own unreality.  We, the men of reason, will survive."


"Do not say that you're afraid to trust your mind because you know so little.  Are you safer in surrendering to mystics and discarding the little that you know?  Live and act within the limit of your knowledge and keep expanding it to the limit of your life.  Redeem your mind from the hockshops of authority.  Accept the fact that you are not omniscient, but playing a zombie will not give you omniscience--that your mind is fallible, but becoming mindless will not make you infallible--that an error made on your own is safer than ten truths accepted on faith, because the first leaves you the means to correct it, but the second destroys your capacity to distinguish truth from error."


"The only proper purpose of a government is to protect man's rights."

Excerpts from Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand