I'm feeling rough I'm feeling raw I'm in the prime of my life

'There was no music, just the faces of the mountains that gazed down on him with some funereal solemnitude, passive despite being covered by uncharacteristic July snow, they were not all-knowing but they were strange passive gods exhibiting the seafloor of vanished epochs, unafraid of their nakedness, their knowledge.'
This is a really short passage from what I have been working on a little here and there lately, and I like the sound of it, let me know what you think. I think one day it will be something of a book, but what's the point? It's all bullshit anyway you slice the cake, literature, science, law, anyone tells you different is selling something, so essentially I write for myself and maybe a few of my friends - note I am leaving this at a short excerpt. I can't even read most of what passes for literature these days, it's just painful, I can't wait for the rubbish to be forgotten over and above the efforts of these fools to canonize continuously. There's a few people I have time for, and for the most part I can see their limitations: Cormac McCarthy, W.P. Kinsella and Annie E. Proulx, that's it. I don't even want to weigh in on some of the other trends in literature (Da Vinci Code filth, Twilight, accepting novels that revolve around magical items of clothing). I'm still trying to get my head around how people are treating the Lord of the Rings trilogy as though it were some sort of high art and actually worth a read. I just wonder when people are going to wake up and realize, 'Margaret Atwood is a shit author.' Because she is. That goes double for Douglas Coupland and half for Yann Martel. There's nothing there, no honesty, no curiosity, no imagination. Just navel-gazing, a real world continues to seethe and foam while Atwood makes some dry joke and appears supremely owlishly intelligent about some environmental catastrophe that will never materialize, that she has never questioned and doesn't understand anyways - that's called running with the herd. Meanwhile in Nuevo Laredo a bunch of high school kids get their brains blown out over some coke deal. That's why I love Cormac McCarthy. He understands the fundamental savagery of human beings, and by drawing it out in such an extreme fashion lends a miraculous intensity to even the smallest of humane gestures. Our lives are a narrow interlude of softness in an incredibly brutal history, and we are so clueless as to cripple ourselves for that reason.
As for myself, I think that there needs to be something of a balance between the sort of Appolonian sides of my daily life, that is studying the law, which is really going well this semester, I am especially enjoying corporate tax and think I am really starting to figure out how to figure these things out and then take that creative next step, and the Dionysian which I have essentially cut out of my life owing to the fact that the strongest thing I drink is Dr. Peppers and I am rarely out late. So basically exercise and writing qualify as my Dionysian side these days.
Anyways, workouts have been going ok. Haven't been running lots, but have been doing good core work and a fair amount of kettlebell which is going awesome.
I'm back in Calgary and hung out with Graeme, Emily and Cousin Jon last night. Jon and I went and checked out some bands for a bit, mostly just chilling and talking. I'm really happy to see the true colours of the European coming out - anti-democratic and hypocritical. I hope that that whole superstate system collapses over this row surrounding Greece. Here is Germany pointing the finger at America for it's own problems, and while discussing global bank taxes and regulation aren't even willing to give Greece a hand up. So we know how the new world order of von Rompuy and the EU will work out, this is the sort of 'global cooperation' that clearly works so much better than the USA that it should be extended to encompass the entire globe?