To sit, truly alone, is deeper than any experience; more powerful than any drug. But can you do it?

Can you stand apart from your creations?

Can you leave the safety of your house and live without a roof or without walls?

Can you look past the prized possession, even for a second, to see if it truly exists at all?

Can you walk, devoid of your desire to conquer and destroy?

Only you will see this through to the end. You and no one else.

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The beast rears its ugly head in communion with other beasts, but in solitude, it has no place to hide. It dies in the presence of nothing, and flowers spring up from its corpse.

There is no loneliness in solitude. Only alone-ness...

...and flowers.