There is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

We seem so frightened today of being alone that we never let it happen. Even if family, friends and movies should fail, there is still the radio or the television to fill up the void. Women, who used to complain of loneliness, need never be alone any more. We can do our housework with soap-opera heroes at our side. Even day-dreaming was more creative than this; it demanded something of oneself and it fed the inner life. Now, instead of planting our solitude with our own dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter and companionship to which we do not even listen. It is simply there to fill the vacuum. When the noise stops there is no inner music to take its place. We must re-learn to be alone.

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize.

Forgotten the strife;
Now the need to kill
Has died like fire,
And the need to love
Has replaced desire