Imagine that. At the moment, some 7 billion people inhabit
planet Earth. But I cultivate close relationships with – well, maybe 20. That’s
all. My limited world of friends. My inner circle. I more or less go about ignoring the other 7
billion. I isolate myself. Like now. I’m alone. In my cocoon. Writing.
Thoughts. Such as this. And it feels good. Living in isolation. Separate from
the rest of the world. Gotta admit. It’s my favorite time. Because I’m
unencumbered. Really, a moment to
treasure. Being alone. In solitude. –Jim Broede
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