Many people secretly hope that that moment never presents itself, because if it does, that hope could be dashed. Sometimes with the beauty of not knowing, hope lives.
-On moments of opportunity
I did examine myself […] Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing – when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons, the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.
-North Pond Hermit