SIMON & GARFUNKLE
Sometimes I opt out, and all human endeavors continue on all around me like noise. I am an invisible rock, creating an eddying swirl in the slipstream of human comings and goings. It all continues around and about and without me, and I hide in solitude. Is this madness? Grief? I tell myself it is ok to choose solitude, but then wonder how much choice is actually involved - might it not be the force and weight of habit, not choice at all? I seem to need such specific conditions to arise in order to allow for contact and connection - I need entree; a reason, a context in which my participation makes sense and is condonable, a situation where I can be confident of my having something, anything at all, to offer. I am trying to observe this with compassion and curiosity, rather than dismay and despair… it is simply too familiar a pattern, too predictable a response to the most basic-seeming aspects of human social life. It is discouraging, yet I know I am also other to this shrunken violet - I have floated above and seen myself charm and impress, spark interest, have presence, attract notice, make people laugh!!. This too is me…but I don't really live there, its just a place I can visit when the conditions are right. Usually, tragically, I cannot sustain nor stay there indefinitely. I must always, it seems, come back to my Simon & Garfunkle rock-ness, island-ness, to solitude. I just read a quote somewhere: “the cure for loneliness is solitude” wow. stuff that in yer pipe and smoke it.
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