Solitude is something I have been much lacking of late. I work six days a week, and spend the evening hours and the remaining day catching up on domestic stuff. Meanwhile, I also have a variety of thoughts, assorted necessary bloggery, clogging up the generative pool in my head. Such cognitive log-jams need time and personal space to untangle. Hence the dearth of recent posts.
Solitude is not universally appreciated.
Here’s a really interesting dinner group: Aldous Huxley, Andy Warhol, Goethe, and Carl Rogers. Actually, I’m not big on dinner parties, and certainly no fan of noisy cocktail parties. It’s easier to chat with one person at a time. But that’s okay. All four people at a once would likely be an awkward combination:
“The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude.”
“People are always so boring when they band together. You have to be alone to develop all the idiosyncrasies that make a person interesting.”
~ Andy Warhol
“A creation of importance can only be produced when its author isolates himself, it is a child of solitude.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“The very essence of the creative is its novelty, and hence we have no standard by which to judge it.”
“If we value independence, if we are disturbed by the growing conformity of knowledge, of values, of attitudes, which our present system induces, then we may wish to set up conditions of learning which make for uniqueness, for self-direction, and for self-initiated learning.”
I really think that one needs amounts of time alone to be able to explore thoughts. With others there are too many interruptions, and also too many reinforcements as to the status quo.