ABSTRACT
Solitude, founded on silence to settle the soul, reveals its intelligence as authors listen, without thought. The silence of solitude is not an absence of sound but the pulse of life, confiding off the record, without explanation or knowledge, from infinite orbit and depth, what matters. Solitude is not loneliness, estrangement, alienation, withdrawal, resignation or isolation. It is privacy, with everyone present. Wonder, like all authentic experiences, occurs when the authors are nothing other than who they are. When they classify, analyze, talk or write about experiences, they are uprooted. Solitude and wonder are drawn to each other like friends comparing notes, musing, improvising, doing nothing. A temptation for the personality with a healthily isolated authentic self is to ignore the unavailability of the radically isolated individual who has ‘no one inside’.
