"'Look, Gail.' Roark got up, reached out out, tore a thick branch off a tree, held it in both hands, one fist closed at each end; then, his wrists and knuckles tensed against the resistance, he bent the branch slowly into an arc. 'Now I can make what I want of it: a bow, a spear, a cane, a railing. That's the meaning of life.'
'Your strength?'
'Your work.' He tossed the branch aside. 'The material the earth offers you and what you make of it...'"
Rand on the meaning of life. We are creators. We must create and to love and enjoy our work.
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