‘There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold onto the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in the water with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word ‘struggle’ from your attitude and vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.’
– Unnamed Hopi Elder, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona
‘Writers are solitaries by vocation and necessity. I sometimes think the test is not so much talent, which is not as rare as people think, but purpose or vocation, which manifests in part as the ability to endure a lot of solitude and keep working.’
– Rebecca Solnit
‘For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.’
– Ernest Hemingway
‘There is a pleasure in the thought that the particular tone of my mind at this moment may be new in the Universe;
that the emotions of this hour may be peculiar and unexampled in the whole eternity of moral being. I lead a new life. I occupy new ground in the world of spirits, untenanted before.
I commence a career of thought and action which is expanding before me into a distant and dazzling infinity.
Strange thoughts start up like angels in my way and beckon me onward. I doubt not I tread on the highway that leads to the Divinity.’
(JMN, III, p. 79)
(he was twenty-four when he wrote this)