"A collective soul..."

You're good today. Feel nice. You're resting right now, with a glass of Midori and juice. You want to read your book but you can't be bothered yet. That reminds you - you have to return two books to the library tomorrow.

You start reading from where you left off. You love that book, because it's everything you believe - on paper. It would be your "bible" but that implies something religious, and you're not religious at all. Well, the irony there is that you're the Liturgy leader at school and are going for the Archbishop of Sydney award, but heck, as if not being baptised even matters. It's about being a good person. You believe that. Being a good person based on your own moral code.

You love the book so much. You love books in general. You want a bookcase for your birthday but you've got nowhere to put a book case. You need your own personal library. You're going to the State Library tomorrow because you love books. Being at Amie's today, seeing all the books she was given makes you love books more. It also made you realise what you'd been missing, who you'd been missing. Fiona, Dave and Amie, you miss them all a lot, because it's been ages. You have so many good memories.

You love philosophy. You love your own, and Ayn Rand's philosophies.

"A truly selfish man cannot be affected by the approval of others.

He doesn't need it."

Dice