| | For me, Rand was the evolution from Space cadet to Spaceplayer.
I first learned of Rand through Rush, also,but that wasn't why I ultimately read her. It was 1996 and, at 21, I had just come out, and was with a VERY Christian boyfriend, and I was in my first or second atheist/agnostic phase, questioning my beliefs, trying to reconcile my faith with my sexuality. Because I wanted to make the relationship work, I determined to make up my mind once and for all about God. So I was perusing books in the library, and came across ANTHEM. I remembered Rush's 2112 was based on it, so I picked it up out of curiosity. And oddly enough, it dealt with the religious issues I was going through. Then I picked up ATLAS right after that, and after getting past the first chapter (which I almost didn't; what is it about the first chapter? I've known a few people who can't get past it), my mind was blasted. WOW.
Needless to say the relationship ended.
And I set about to change the world. ;)
The book that really set me on fire was THE ROMANTIC MANIFESTO, as an artist and musician it both inspired and terrorized me. Terrorized me because it raised the standard well above my level at the time, but inspired me because it raised the standard to where I wanted to go, even before Rand I never liked the playing the bar scene of rock music, the lifestyle, etc.
What really lifted me was Rand's essays concerning Romanticism. When she defended the spirit of Buck Rogers against the sneers of adults (Buck Rogers? Hah! Never gets colds in the head!), my sking tingled with exitement. All I heard growing up was "the Brady Bunch isn't real," "life is not like that," "get your head out of the clouds,"etc. My mother's favorite name for me was "Space Cadet." (I wanted to be an astronaut, and was always drawing robots, robots playing guitar, robots turning into cars, etc.) I thought I was Spiderman when I was 3. But she called me space cadet as an insult, and here was Rand celebrating the spirit of what I felt! But what really got me was that it wasn't just a celebration of something childish. Rand saw the importance of such a spirit in adulthood, of never losing that sense of wonder, and she made the acute observation that what matters is not the literal, but the spiritual sense of the matter: "He knows that it isn't exactly Buck Rogers he has in mind and yet, simultaneously, it is...". Rand taught me the idea of abstraction and that the fantasy, sci-fi, mythology (and religion) I responded to were not escapism but abstractions of a sense of life. (That is where I believe Jung and Rand have their common ground.) But where Jung and his contemporaries still believed in a Kantian model of reality, they offered a life controlled by the new gods of the collective unconscious. "Be a space cadet, explore the stars, the gods will guide you through the stars." Rand said, be a space cadet, explore the stars, and be your own pilot."
Rand turned me from being a cosmic pawn to an explorer of my own potential and possibility. I went from a space cadet to a Spaceplayer.
Lanza sang, "I'll walk with God, I'll take his hand." Rand sang "the universe is yours, run free." And she offered a world on which to land that shone brighter than any star I had seen before, or since.
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