What I want to see is the guy(s) on the ground in a mad dash to keep up with the hitching on guy rope.
What I want to see is the guy(s) on the ground in a mad dash to keep up with the hitching on guy rope.
What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)