"I did examine myself," he said. "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
The Strange & Curious Tale of the Last True Hermit