atlas shrugged

"The man who said he would stop the motor of the world and did."  The line I remember of Ayn Rand's book.  Made me pick it up and wade through the yellowed and water-stained volume.

Somehow:  it made sense why an assembly-line worker for cars cannot have a car; why the Man with the Idea can have it all.  

Because the Idea ripples, and blooms.  The Idea is the seed, from which grows the tree, from where many can reap.  So that is why capitalism appears to be utopia.

But we are on capitalism now.  And on the fringes, there, the impoverished; in the hidden fringes, there, the sweat shops.

Where is John Galt now?