“My solitude is not my own, for I see now how much it belongs to them – and that I have a responsibility for it in their regard, not just in my own. It is because I am one with them that I owe it to them to be alone, and when I am alone they are not ‘they’ but my own self.
There are no strangers! ...”....
Rev. Fr. Thomas Merton ( Confessions of a Guilty Bystander)
A constant force that overtakes us in a great mountain range is solitude. At the foot of a mountain, words die instant death. As I stood still in front of the mighty Himalayas, I could not pen a single word gazing the grandeur and the magnificence of its strength. I stood still and only watched...watched and prayed. Then I quickly understood that all God’s creation is my heritage...that rich heritage which was prepared before generations stood on the earth!!
Solitude is the melancholy of the modern man. The rich, the famous, the poor and the forgotten have all come under the spell of it. But as I glanced across the huge panorama of the mountains, I thought of this issue between the hills and me.
“In a world so rich with life and when you stand against all the test of times, when history just pass by your side, where is ‘solitude’?”... I asked the mountains. “As I look down upon the world... look down across the ages, I am not alone... never, never alone”, says the mountains.