A Long-Delayed Return

The man wearily rose to his feet and stepped through the door into the hot desert air. With the weight of three-score years and a thousand disappointments, he walked to the west, as he had every day. The winding path carried him up and over the weathered ridge near his home. He descended the other side, half-there, half-lost in memory, and stepped out into the familiar bed of the stream. It was dry; it was always dry; he didn't have to look to know that it was dry, just as it had been for the last twenty years.

He felt something cool trickle into his sandal and around his foot. Not daring to look, he sunk to his knees and stretched out his hand. Tiny rivulets of precious water danced through his fingers. "It had returned. At long last, it had returned!"

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So yes, after a prolonged hiatus I have decided to return to the wonderful world of blogging. I think it will once again be a semi-regular occurence for me to post, so if you wish you can check back more often.


As for a brief update: I spent this Fall Break in Saint Louis, which was enormously enjoyable. I went down with a couple of RUFers and stayed with them, which was great, because they were very chill about the whole trip. I also got to hang out some with Nathaniel and Melynda, and visit with a few more Covenant students. It definately made me more sure that is probably where I am headed after school, barring unforseen events intervening.

Highlights of the trip would include: going to an art movie, shopping on the loop, having a long conversation with Nathaniel outside the St. Louis Art Institute, attending a party with Melynda hosted by a bunch of seminarians and picking their brains, sampling beer at the brewery where Nathaniel works, and visiting with people on the drives down and back. All in all, it was everything I could have wanted out of a road trip.

On the trip, I also started reading "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand. I've always had a love-hate relationship with Rand, both as an author and as a philosopher. I find her ideas immensely inspiring, and yet so clearly wrong that I can barely stand them. The thing about Rand is that, while her ideal characters tend to be egotistical bastards, they also appeal to some of the basest myths ingrained into the human psyche. I'll leave my thoughts on the text there for now; seeing that the book is over a thousand pages and I'm on 178, there will be lots of time in the future for more thoughts.