Existentialist Musings


I was having a quiet walk in the early morning. I was headed, on the hill, into the rising sun. In that moment, when I turned I saw my form dissolving into a long thin shadow, I knew then I was not alone. My old friends, Giacometti and Sartre, unannounced, had accompanied me that day.

My shadow made me smile. My long diminutive form was dissolving before my eyes. I stopped, I paused and enjoyed my solitude, understanding, in that moment the momentous infinity of time and space. Solitude is not a place to be feared. It is, in this time of immediate sensory social media overload, a place not to be ignored. Creativity is there and so is personal strength.