Selective Solitude: Who Can See The Rain?

“ There was once a man who sat upright in a crowd. There he saw many things however his head was tired as he strained to see. ”

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My Beloved Brethren Peace be unto you. There was once a man who sat upright in a crowd. There he saw many things however his head was tired as he strained to see. Meanwhile the noise bothered his soul as he tried to see back, now and tomorrow as yesterday passed him and he lost it straining over the crowd. Meanwhile the tall oak tree begged him to sit down and mediate in solitude a while. This he could not resist as the people had gone. His head was free and his eyes were not tired. Nor was his mind filled with the distractions of man as the human element gave way to the Creation and the inspirations from within. Glory to God.

All great thinkers chose to remain aloof from
the common plan and things normal. Somehow
they just failed to fret over things the world claimed.
Nor did they give great thought as to why.

To them most of what the world called normal
was an abnormal reality that was real as the
day and nights in which they lived. No one was
mad except the multitudes that frowned on Truth.

They cared little for the sweet things material that
the world carried up in lust. As what they needed
was quite simple and all the rest was too heavy. Why
rush for diamonds and pearls while food was wasted?

These times were also not as silent as the outsiders
thought. I saw John talking with the birds and having
counsel with the fleeing rabbits and squirrels. He also
saw the light of the moon as more than just romantic
dreams.

No one called me out at night. I found my own
place there I sat and was never alone although many
of the world saw no one but me. But who could
capture solitude alone?