“Yes, I felt closer to my fellow men, too, even in my
solitude. For it is not physical solitude that actually separates one from
other men, not physical isolation, but spiritual isolation. It is not the
desert island nor the stony wilderness that cuts you from the peoplee you love.
It is the wilderness in the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which
one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is a stranger to oneself then one is
estranger from others, too. If one is out of touch wit oneself, then one cannot
touch others. How often in a large city, shaking hands with y friends, I have
felt the wilderness stretching between us. Both of us were wandering in arid
wastes, having lost the springs that nourished us- or having found them dry.
Only when one is connected to one’s own core, is one connected to others, I am
beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be
refound through solitude.”
Anne Morrow Lindebergh
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