"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
is not a desolate region. It’s not a physical confinement, absence of others,
imprisonment of the soul, or any other form of cursed state or exiled condition.
It’s a modest place where we turn to when all else fails, when even music
stops. In there we’re stripped naked of every layer we posses; our masks are no
more, a place in which all theatrical curtains are closed. In solitude we meet
ourselves, only to find ourselves.
from objectivity of judgment, a source of the power of healing and complete
restoration of faith – solitude is a rebuild from scar tissue; there, we
recreate our torn psyche. It’s a talent to listen to the echoes of the voice,
an ability to transform our stench into tolerable perfume. This tool for self
preservation, is a red alert signal for wide awakening. It’s not
connected with other people, it’s not a dark tunnel of loneliness; it’s an origin of the power within, an
inner path of rediscovering our radiance.
Many confuse it as a prelude to depression. Most
discover it as long battled fear, one stair to insanity of the mind, unwanted
condition bringing them closer to an edge of tearful existence. And most become
refugees of themselves, runners, escape artists... Unwilling to face who they
truly are, unable to accept their faults and turn them into some kind of bearable nobilities;
surrounded by other people and yet again feeling lonely, numb down to their
essence. Ego, come as you are...
their lives people obtain an inability of impartial analytical thought, as some
sort of tool for self preservation. Which is kind of sad…