John Galt, you are a very bad imitation of Zarathustra--at least there was some substance in what he said. You are empty, a parrot of Ayn Rand, herself a second rate intellect. You are a religious fundamentalist whose only religion is your own ego.
"Tread lightly upon this holy thread, jerk" There is nothing holy about this thread, jerk. It is utterly profane and mundane. And you are too insipid even for blasphemy.
"John Galt does no investigations into the nature of God. For it is the mighty Galt who is of the highest order in the hierarchy of all things in nature known to man." Yes, forgetting that Galt is merely a charcter in a bad psuedo-philosophical novel, you have identified with him and with your foolish leader, Ayn Rand. You have no independent reality of your own. You cannot think for yourself. You only parrot the mistaken ravings of a woman who completely misunderstood Aristotle, himself a devout believer in higher being, as was his teacher Plato.
You are suffering from the disease of nosos, a sickness of the spirit characterized by anoia, an individual's forgetfulness that s/he is a member and participant in a community of being. Your leader and you, her snivelling follower, have mistaken yourselves as lords and masters of that community. What a joke. You suffer from a terminal case of hubris, but you have nothing of the grace of tragedy.
Yes, John Galt is famished, because he has been eating nothing but his own feces for so long. He is so full of himself that he can see nothing else. I would suggest a lobotomy but that has already, in effect, been accomplished. |
