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Originally Posted by glatt

Maybe this belongs in Current events, but here's a surprisingly good article in GQ about the North Pond Hermit, who was just released from jail.

Damn. That was a good read. Shockingly, I saw a few (too many for comfort, actually) similarities between Mr. Knight and myself. I would love to get in this man's head and have a nice long look around. I like the guy.

Solitude did increase my perception. But here's the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn't even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.

Thanks for posting that, Glatt.