Some Thoughts
The other day someone asked me how my
book was coming and we ended up getting into a conversation about
Objectivism and the philosophy of art. It was all very elevated and,
just remembering it, I can barely keep my pinky finger from shooting
out and seizing its privileged place above it's fellow fingers.
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| What a mysterious and imposing 'wordle' this turned out to be. |
Clearly, I'm joking (I hope that's
clear, or else my sense of humor is severely out of whack.) I could
(I did) characterize the conversation we had that way, but it wasn't
a conversation about putting things under the correct headings in a
college coursebook, or helping each other feel superior because we
both knew who Ayn Rand was or could debate the artistic elements and
merit of photography. It was two guys talking about stuff guys think
about and care about. If we'd been doing any of that other stuff, the
conversation wouldn't have been about art, it would have been
secretly about us.
