What am I missing? I ask, patting my chest pocket.

Our common frontier on the unknown.

We are all exceptional cases.

As a camel moves when it’s finally been untied from its post and gets to just amble about freely.

Yes, we shall all be capable of it one day, and that will be salvation.

Sweet is it, sweet is it to sleep in the coolness of snug unawareness.

Ah yes, those cavalrymen must be feeling a loneliness as great as mine.

Now the ears of my ears awake.

“I stayed up there for years and became as wise as a Chinese hermit. Then I decided it was not a natural human way of living, to be so isolated, so I came back down.”

This is the temple of my adult aloneness…