There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you withfreedom,
others when it is a bitter tonic,
and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
The great omission in life is solitude;
not loneliness, for this is an alienation that thrives most in the midst of crowds,
but that zone of time and space,
free from the outside pressures,
which is the incubator of the spirit.
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