«On those occasions, when the amount of unanswered
questions, dangerously defied his ability to make sense of the direction his
life was taking, every atom of his being compelled him to seek guidance beneath
the night sky, where he could benefit from the reassuring cover of the darkness
and consciously reduce the probability of being caught out of guard, bearing
his vulnerability.»
By Raquel R. in Short Story
number 11
«By my intimacy with nature
I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the
morning and the evening, compels me to solitude.»
«This was no news to him.
Every now and then, he feels deep in his bones, an urge to re-establish the
vital connection and natural sync, of the flow of his life and thoughts, with
the universe’s. »
By Raquel R. in Short Story
number 11
«Why, she reflected, should
there be this perpetual disparity between the thought and the action, between
the life of solitude and the life of society, this astonishing precipice on one
side of which the soul was active and in broad daylight, on the other side of
which it was contemplative and dark as night?»
«The isolation of that place was total, yet it was
strangely comforting. As she turned off the car’s engine, the silence
immediately filled every vacant space in her heart and mind.»
By Raquel R.
in Short Story number 10
«There is a solitude, which each and every one of us
has always carried with him, more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains,
more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being,
which we call ourself, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced.»
