"With bated breath, and whispring humblenesse." ~Shakespeare

I hate being sad   I was reading Ayn Rand and feeling that unequivocal joy that I always feel when I read her stuff...and then a few words here and there spoken from earthly creatures in this gloomy middle earth jar me out of my happiness.  I realize that it takes only a moment for bliss to fall....and I don't like it.  On the brighter side though...there is always the other side to rise up to, happiness to elate to =D

So I'll close with a couple of scenes in Rand's 'We The Living.'  Sometimes when I read her dialogs, I feel like she somehow snatched them from my core.

Leo: ...One's safer looking down, the farther down the safest--these days.

Kira:  Leo, you don't believe that yourself.

Leo: I don't know.  I don't want to believe anything.  I don' want to see too much.  Who suffers in this world?  Those who lack something? No. Those who have something they should lack.  A blind man can't see, but it's more impossible and more of a torture.  If only one could lose sight and come down, down to the level of those who  never want it, never miss it.

Kira:  You'll never do it Leo.

Leo:  I don't know.  It's funny, Kira.  I found you because I thought you'd do it for me.  Now I'm afraid you'll be the one who'll save me from it.  But I don't know whether I'll thank you.

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Kira:  Do you believe in God, Andrei?

Andrei: No.

Kira: Neither do I. But that's a favorite question of mine. An upside-down question, you know.

Andrei: What do you mean?

Kira: Well, if I asked people whether they believed in life, they'd never understand what I meant. It's a bad question. It can mean so much that it really means nothing. So I ask them if they believe in God. And if they say they do -- then, I know they don't believe in life.

Andrei:  Why?

Kira: Because, you see, God -- whatever anyone chooses to call God -- is one's highest conception of the highest possible. And whoever places his highest conception above his own possibility thinks very little of himself and his life. It's a rare gift, you know, to feel reverence for your own life and to want the best, the greatest, the highest possible, here, now, for your very own.

Andrei:  You're a strange girl.

Kira:  You see, you and I, we believe in life.  But you want to fight for it, to kill for it, even to die--for life.  I only want to live it.

I have to get a new lamp.  Nice one.  Ikea here I come!

Sorry, random entry....but then, I'm random no?  

I don't have much to say right now....so here are some pictures I took recently.  All of these were at the NY Botanical Garden.  It's pouring outside now...the only good thing to have happened to me so far on this day...and the shot of caffeine...that did me some good too.