Where My Head Is At

I think I might be a Libertarian.

Ayn Rand is making a lot of sense to me right now, which is a little unsettling, since I have been (or had been) making some progress in my Zen. But when the Dalai Lama sounds like James Taggart to me, you know there must be a few crossed wires somewhere in my brain.

So where is my head again? I don't fucking know. The more I try to understand, the more confusing everything becomes. The more I learn, the less I know. It seems like I change my opinion about the nature of reality every fifteen minutes. It's a hell of a way to spend an afternoon, I don't recommend it.

So where is my head again? I guess I never really answered the question.

Sigh, story of my life...