Sunday, October 2nd, 2005
From Susan Gibb on the idea and condition of solitude
So we are getting the feeling of the solitude, the aloneness each member of this odd family feels and surrounds himself with as what, protection? Or is it just a lack of social skill, a lack of understanding each other and thus, never developing a community with mankind, but standing outside of the touch-zone while walking daily within it for a lifetime.
. . . It is a state of mind well sought in a life filled with disappointments or traumatic and painful events that seem beyond our control, when one can no longer understand the workings of the mind and feels helpless to gain insight or benefit, yet is reluctant to accept. There develops a need to disassociate, an acknowledgement that true understanding could indeed threaten whatever balance the mind has managed to create for itself. It would just be too much; total loss of control appears inevitable. This bubble that must be built is drawn, as a wand from soapy water, as first an invisible illusion, exclusion, inclusion of space.
I see the building of the house of solitude as then formed with a framework of chickenwire.