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“Reality is that which exists; the unreal does not exist; the unreal is merely that negation of existence which is the content of a human consciousness when it attempts to abandon reason. Truth is the recognition of reality; reason, man’s only means of knowledge, is his only standard of truth.”

Quote by Ayn Rand

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Atlas Shrugged

Atlas Shrugged is a novel that delves into themes of individualism, objectivism, and economic theory. It follows a diverse cast of characters as they navigate a dystopian future where the productive members of society withdraw their efforts in protest against the oppressive government. more

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Ayn Rand
Ayn Rand

American novelist and philosopher, known for her novels and philosophical ideas. Her works emphasize individualism, free markets, and rationalism, and have had a profound impact on politics and philosophy in the late 20th century. more

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