I just completed reading Fountain Head by Ayn Rand. An amazing book, in the sense that it strikes truth on your face. It presents the raw facts about human psychhology in the most explicit manner. But I think the existence of a man like Howard Roard is a very remote possiblity in today's world. Nevertheless i admire something of his character. I loved especially his testimonial in the court the 3rd from final chapter. Very enlightening.
In that book, the relationship between Roark and Dominique, or that between Gail Wynand and Roark or that between Wynand and Dominique is a perfect epitome of how it should be. Thats my idea of a relationship. As such there has never ever been a need for words between the these 3 pairs to understand each other. They are perfectly compatible and harmonised in their thoughts and ideals. When there is a harmony of such fashion between people in any relationship, words are superflous.
I find myself searching for words in certain emotional moments. I dont really express anything sensible verbally in such a situation. I just keep mum. But my actions and countenance do convey what i really mean and hold. I was thinking that I am incapable of handling very emotional situations. But I think now that words are superflous for me with people whom I hold dearest in certain moments. Or I expect them to be feeling so too.
Well..I have a feeling i am writing too much about myself in my blog.So if anyone were to read my blog in and out, he/she would get a really good idea of what I am. So am I an open book ..sorta? Is it a good thing, I am skeptical. The readers comments pleaase.. So maybe I should write more about other things.
Other things later...
Thoughts for the day:
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world.