So Let The World Go, But Hold

Human Relations Just Are Not Fixed In Their Orbits Like The Planets -- They're More Like Galaxies, Changing All The Time, Exploding Into Light For Years, Then Dying Away.

Solitude Is One Thing And Loneliness Is Another.

The Value Of Solitude - One Of Its Values - Is, Of Course, That There Is Nothing To Cushion Against Attacks From Within, Just As There Is Nothing To Help Balance At Times Of Particular Stress Or Depression.

Try Making A Poem As If It Were A Table, Clear And Solid, Standing There Outside You.

Nobody Stays Special When They're Old, Anna. That's What We Have To Learn.