June 2009
June 24, 2009 19:08
“He was tired. It was as if he had run a race against his own body, and all the exhaustion of years, which he had refused to acknowledge, had caught him at once and flattened him against the desk top. He felt nothing, except the desire not to move. He did not have the strength to feel - not even to suffer. He had burned everything there was to burn within him; he had scattered so many sparks to start so many things-and he wondered whether someone could give him now the spark he needed, now when he felt unable ever to rise again. He asked himself who had started him and kept him going. Then he raised his head. Slowly, with the greatest effort of his life, he made his body rise until he was able to sit upright with only one hand pressed to the desk and a trembling arm to support him. He never asked that question again. —
Atlas Shrugged, pg. 36 - Ayn Rand
I have turned this quote over and over in my mind considering its literary beauty and its philosophical meaning.
I have experienced many things in my time away from here... Utmost happiness, love, depression and heartbreak along with the immense and small feelings brought along with each. People, situations and events which took place on the largest and most minuscule of levels seemed to have the same effect on me. For a certain period of time
I felt lost and almost floating and lost without a way out, but music was the ray of sunshine in the dark that I needed to release me. These feelings and situations will come to me throughout my life but deep down I know that they will return to where they came from just as the sea claims the things it gives.
I tried to keep this one short and consider it my return to violinist.com :) I'll spend the next few days trying to read through some peoples' blogs and get caught-up, I'm excited to read the writing of those whom I used to quite frequently :)
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