“What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.” Rainer Maria Rilke Letters to a Young Poet
At around 3-years-old my son would become lost for a couple of hours in the corner of our family room. Consumed by his pack of dinosaurs and his all-encompassing imagination, we would often find him in active conversation and manipulation of those irresistible toys.
Such a treat. If only… if only we might discover that same fondness for uninterrupted silence and solitude. Just to “ponder” or to “To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours,” as Rilke suggested.