Ayn Rand’s 105th birthday was on February 2. On that day, I was immersed in unimportant details of my life. But this morning I celebrated Ayn Rand’s birthday in my favorite way. I opened up one of her novels (The Fountainhead this time) at random places and began reading.

Perhaps I should perform this celebration every day. After all, I look at beautiful paintings every day. The novels of Ayn Rand (especially The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged) are the most beautiful and inspiring works of art that I have ever encountered. Why not enjoy them every day?