Rarely are things what they are made out to be. Issues, objectives, events — indeed, all things people are able to describe after the fact — hardly capture the attitudes had, feelings felt, and experiences experienced with the force that were once present before us.
To sound less pretentious: the International Students for Liberty Conference was good, it was bad, and quite often somewhere in between. There were amazing speakers (contrasted with boring speakers), there were excellent workshops (contrasted with the NotSoExcellent), and there was inspiration to be found around every corner (to the exclusion of the dull straight parts).
In the four or five articles to follow, I’ll highlight the good, underscore the bad, and convey what it is that the ISFLC meant to me. Rest assured, it meant a lot. My mind was grown, blown, and spread in the wind. I can only hope a seed or two of my newly liberated grey matter can find some fertile ground within some of you and bloom.
Granted, this is as after-the-fact as after-the-fact things go, and because of this is prone to the same flaws and defects that ravage accounts of the past, but I will try to capture as best I can what I felt, what I saw, and why it’s important. If anyone from this conference can add to my narrative I would greatly appreciate it because while the thread of my story may be of passing interest, it is the tapestry of our collective narrative that has lasting significance.
