I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free?
Retire within yourselves; but first prepare yourselves to receive yourselves there. It would be madness to trust yourselves to yourselves if you do not know how to control yourselves. There are ways of failing in solitude as well as in company.
But we-‘ she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, ‘we see each other only now and then-‘
‘Like lights in a storm-‘
‘In the midst of a hurricane,’ she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind.
Still, how I nearly felt. In the midst of all that looking.
You are alone,
You speak back to silence.
People call it loneliness,
You call it solitude,
Meaning the same pain.
The problem with making a virtual world of oneself is akin to the problem with projecting ourselves onto a cyberworld: there’s no end of virtual spaces in which to seek stimulation, but their very endlessness, the perpetual stimulation without satisfaction, becomes imprisoning.
Accustomed to motion, he was forced to be still.
If solitude feels painful, it’s only because we don’t know how to be alone.
There’s a lesson in every silence.
I’ve seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.