Hermit,

 

I live in solitude and continue to do so, because that is how I choose to live. I am married and I love my wife, but we go about our own business, and this is why our marriage works. I wouldn’t say, I live in my own bubble, as that wouldn’t capture my reality. My freedom has nothing to do with any spirituality, as I am the master of my own Embodied Language (EL).

 

When I was a young boy, I cried a lot, because no one wanted to be my friend and, yet, I wanted to be everyone’s friend. While I have lived and worked in many different environments, I never really fit in or belonged to any group. I always found myself alone. In my early twenties, I discovered the reason, why I became some sort of hermit, as I heard, for the first time, in the sound of my own voice, the great difference between my Disembodied Language (DL) and my EL.

 

Nobody comes to me, as I don’t care about their DL and if I have a moment of contact with anyone, it is always because there can be, however briefly, some EL. I am a hermit and I refuse to spend my time with the nonsensical way of talking, which people accept as normal. I enjoy all the good things of life with my EL.

 

I don’t sit in some cave, far away from society, but I live, psychologically, in my Language Enlightenment (LE), which is my home. My solitude is needed, as it allows me to calmly express, again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again – I’m having such fun at this – again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again, my superb LE with my EL.

 

Perhaps, I say or write something, which applies to others, who are stuck in their horrible DL? You, who reads this, must recognize, you are wasting your life. You are pretty much brain-dead already, due to the common way of talking, which has made millions of people drink the cool aid. Before it is too late, speak with yourself and let yourself know, you can change.

 

I am an unusual, talkative, audacious hermit, who lives among people, but refrains from participating in DL, which goes against his interest. In DL, you make it seem, as if your words are not really yours, as you believe, your mind just keeps on going. This falsehood has to be stopped by you. I talk about it and I say: your thinking is madness. If you would say it and listen to it, you will get back to your senses.

 

A hermit like me, will let you know, what is written here, is always first spoken, but most of what was written, was never spoken. It was written because speaking wasn’t possible. You have had DL, but it wouldn’t let you express what you wanted to say. Everybody writes a book these days and, perhaps, someone will buy and read that book, but no one cares enough about their language to engage in EL.  

 

I am a graceful hermit, who loves himself so much, that he no longer cares about the misunderstanding which is called DL. How could anyone be satisfied with a way of talking, in which there is no room for silence? My LE speaks because my EL emerges from my stillness. While I can be and like to be very loud,  I always return to my quietness and my taciturnity.