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Silicon Valley has cannibalized The Fountainhead and inverted its meaning. They celebrate Roark-like rhetoric—innovation, disruption, individual genius—but then go on to act like Keating: obsessed with markets, perception, appeasement, hype, status, and conformity. To be Roark is to fundamentally not care what the market thinks or wants, which goes directly against the main ethos of “build things people want.”

Roark had an unshakeable ethical core, a vision for the world that the world didn’t want, yet. He was willing to endure hardship, poverty, and hate, but didn’t despair over it; he had patience, faith in his destiny, and saw no other point than to follow his dream even if all signs pointed to it being a dead end. He stuck to his vision long enough for it to manifest in the world, and eventually others saw the transcendent beauty in it (Roark is modeled off of Frank Lloyd Wright). Roark was a force of nature, understood by no one in his life time, but everyone afterward.

In contrast, Keating is a status-chaser that plays social games. He is practical, while Roark is extremely unreasonable.

The point of Fountainhead, to me, is that Roark tolerated pain without suffering for his virtues, making him far more like a Christ-like character than a capitalist. There is no doubt, anxiety, despair, spiraling. He accepts all pain and does what he needs to; it’s the reader that experiences the pain and questions his almost inhuman reactions.

Instead of spending 5 hours per day mad at trending social justice issues (20,000 hours per decade), I want to focus on building an institution for the essay. It’s a sort of illegible, seemingly irrelevant, idiosyncratic thing to do. But if it works, and if it somehow has any affect on how writing is taught in schools, and that improves the critical thinking of a generation, it will have way more influence than if I spent all that time protesting and howling for nothing. This just taps into a core belief of mine that the only way you can possibly help anyone outside of you and your immediate circle is to pick something dear to you and approach it with unreasonable fervor. If someone were to criticize me for ignoring a genocide, I’d say that all you can do is intensely dedicate your life to a single vector for multiple decades in the hope that you can tilt the scale away from next generation’s genocides.