Her philosophy, objectivism, is a teenage boy's fantasy of a run-on soapbox manifesto filled with heroic platitudes. Once you get past her stilted and pretentious writing style whenever she's winging off on these pompous bloviations that we're somehow supposed to find inspiring, you arrive at the simple fact that she hated government force and loved private property and the freedom to think and to do as she pleased with as little interference as possible. So much flapdoodle to say something so simple, my goodness one might conclude that the woman was just a tad self-absorbed.
Hey, Ayn Rand needed a good editor, no question. I could cut 400 pages out of Atlas Shrugged without losing anything important. But people made up the concept of God, just like we've made up very many other concepts. Sadly, however, we don't have imagination enough to make up a God worth worshiping. We just made up some single parent who has a ton of kids and doesn't take care of them. Maybe the world will improve when our imaginations improve.
Well, having offended more fellow freepers than I was intending to (because I always tell myself I won't waste time arguing with some religious nut) I'm going shopping. God Be With You! I'm sure He will be. (Because He is whatever you want him to Be.)