The world needs more contemplative solitude (2015)

Solitude is the sun that shines if there is any to shine, the cell wall that protects spiritual pregnancy. It is where one need not breathe in the homogenizing sewer of mass-produced & stereotyped interactions & lines of questioning, which is especially important in our day: most of the humans currently alive are basically factory-farmed chooks no matter what their apparent pay, status & holdings. Regardless of any & all manner of apparent accoutrements, they are nothing but processed animals if they never enjoy their time alone.

Now as to the blossoming, the spring, the renaissance of solitude, it is like nothing that the drones can buy from  stores or share with mates or fill out applications for at work. It is nothing like those things, and it is richer than all of those things, a light yoke & magnetic in this darkening world of dying slaves. There are consequences to interacting with the degraded and degrading Leveled People of the Dark Age. 

Certain states of mind will never happen in the lives of people who do not permit their solitude to blossom, nor should they; for the very aversion to solitude in itself safeguards those holy states of mind from the profane. The profane, for the purposes of this comment, are not defined in terms of any explicit religious tradition but rather their collapse of life down into immanent social relations and physical environments. 

Solitude! Solitude! It is a rich oasis amid a desert the grains of which cannot bear to be alone. Why is it that they cannot bear to be alone? Because orangutan. Because they are deserted. Because they are repulsed by differentiating chain reaction. I, for one, and for all solitaries,  for all people! say that interaction has become totalitarian, termitic & unhealthy at all levels of society; that the world desperately needs more personal solitude. 

How unreliable, homogenized, & empty they become when they are always mixing with each other, mixing quite away. I see so many empty whirls of social interaction swirling like so many golden finches quite away. Even the solitude of other people has become suspicious to them. Nearly always social interactions stink of interferers, busybodies, gossips, unsolicited suggestions, nosy questionings, iniquitous manipulations. Solitude is what the world needs most! and not more empty yapping. Empty yapping has ravaged this world, reducing the mass of men to stoats in waistcoats, pigs in wigs.