“If ONE is to live, ONE must be all alive, body, soul, mind, heart, spirit.” ― Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude
“Solitary. But not in the sense of being alone. Not solitary in the way Thoreau was, for example, exiling himself in order to find out where he was; not solitary in the way Jonah was, praying for deliverance in the belly of the whale. Solitary in the sense of retreat. In the sense of not having to see himself, of not having to see himself being seen by anyone else.”
― Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
jan14. Vancouver, Canada.
I see things like abandoned railroad tracks and junk yards in sepia. I see abandoned and/or worn down houses either in sepia or black and white. I see most southern churches the same way, probably representing to me their lack of newness or modernity in an ever changing world. Most things that I see standing “alone” are not in vivid color to me.
I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.
-Henry David Thoreau
15JUN13. Atlanta, GA.