I’m reading Atlas Shrugged, and I gotta say: The book makes a lot of sense. It’s giving me clearer answers than my psychologists have, and more practical ones than Nietzsche.

I suppose the biggest appeal to me, so far, is recognition. Reading it is like that moment on a hike when you’re not sure if you’re on a deer path or the trail. You round a corner, the trees break, and you see the path ahead clearly marked: Go this way.

I have met one, perhaps two, kindred souls in the world of business. I have met more painters with the qualities of successful entrepreneurs than I have self-styled businesspeople.

Atlas will help these few of us — and maybe some artists — move forward more quickly, with less second-guessing of our motives. It provides a framing argument for why what we do is moral that is otherwise non-existent in Canadian society.