Wonderful post from Letters of Note. In it, Ayn Rand sheds light on the meaning behind her famous line from The Fountainhead.

An excerpt:

A person who exists only for the sake of his loved one is not an independent entity, but a spiritual parasite. The love of a parasite is worth nothing.

The usual (and very vicious) nonsense preached on the subject of love claims that love is self-sacrifice. A man’s self is his spirit. If one sacrifices his spirit, who or what is left to feel the love? 

Parasite-free love. 

I’m into it.

Probably not the most popular, or romantic, or Christian, *cough* viewpoint, but worth a thought pause on days like today.