Occasionally. I’m tempted. To withdraw from the world. Yes.
To become a total recluse. Go into hiding, more or less. No more TV, radio, newspapers. No more
Internet. I’d stop paying attention to
the civilized world. Pretending. That I’m
stranded on a desert island. Yes. Yes. Withdrawal has appeal. I could adjust.
And be happy. I’d probably bump into people I know. When out for a walk. Or
shopping for groceries and other vitals. But soon. People would think that I’m
mentally unstable. And leave me alone. I’d be thankful for that. Actually, I’d
find sanity. In being a recluse. In going my own way. Without explanation. I’d
while away my time. By conversing with Mother Nature. And the creator himself.
Yes, a guy who may not exist. I’d also read a pile of novels. Yes. Fiction,
fiction and more fiction. Maybe I’d get a sense of what it must have been like
for the mythical Adam. The first man. To set foot. In the Garden of Eden. --Jim Broede
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