"... and not talk to anyone for two years, they say 'Have you got mental health issues?' or 'Why are you so selfish?'... I joke that wanting to be solitary is bad, sad and mad. It's immoral because it's selfish. It's sad because it'll make you miserable and it's mad because you must be a nutcase.... Silence is a place in which I can find ecstasy. I only get it in silence and most people I know only get it in silence. It is just a fabulous feeling. You know, you're walking along and quite suddenly you just say, 'Yes!' It's an extraordinarily intense response. Totally joyful.... I'm trying to position myself so the gift of mystical prayer is available to me, because actually the presence of God is a terrifically nice experience. I think it's heaven! Literally. I think that is what it will be like in heaven, that extraordinary sense of fulfilled intimacy - that feeling that one desires from sex, which is of both being completely yourself and completely with another person, is I think, what prayer does for me. It's a very particular form of intimate conversation with another, and it just so happens the other is God.... Food just tasted fabulous. But it wasn't it tasted particularly fabulous in any mysterious sense it just tasted MORE. So porridge tasted of PORRIDGE. But it also affected things like how strongly you experience physical things, like baths. Baths were fabulous - they weren't just some warm water, they became a completely luxurious experience. When you got cold, you got incredibly incredibly cold, or incredibly wet and just FELT it."
Said Sarah Maitland, quoted in "Why this man became a hermit at 20" (BBC). For some reason, the article's headline only refers to Christopher Knight, whose story is told in "The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit." Maitland's book is "A Book Of Silence."
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I joke that wanting to be solitary is bad, sad and mad. It's immoral because it's selfish.
Only if you're Special and Wonderful.
For me, being solitary is a "blessing" for most other people.
It's an extraordinarily intense response. Totally joyful
"I felt that heaven descended to earth and swallowed me. I really attained god and was imbued with him. All of you healthy people don't even suspect what happiness is , that happiness that we epileptics experience for a second before an attack." - Dostoevsky
He seems to be saying that God's presence is present when he is alone but not when he is with other people. That means God doesn't like to be in a crowd of people. And in his heaven he will be the only person there with God. All the others are excluded. Hmmm.
He only took what he needed
Well, at least he wasn't completely selfish.
For some reason, the article's headline only refers to Christopher Knight...
It’s probably from having to share that connecting bathroom with five other kids, three of them girls, with hair of gold just like their mother, the youngest one in curls.
Ok, sure. Solitude is the height of human perfection. Right.
Is this quote supposed to be interesting or enlightening in some way?
Idaho’s Hermit of Impassable Canyon was a great great uncle. Lived on his own except for a few visitors what made the trek down the river and once a year to go into town for provisions. His homesite is arguably still in the most remote part of the lower 48. There’s a campsite on the river named for him. The rafters use it.
Misanthrope? I don’t hate my fellow man...
Self-Adoration for Dummies.
I've read that combat intensifies everything too; I'll take people at their word, but don't care to test the matters myself.
Narr
De gustibus and all that
IIR The Holy Spirit at Pentecost descended on the whole room of people with each person there receiving tongues of fire on each one and then He spread out among a crowd of outsiders in the streets who were in town for the weekend all speaking in a unknown language to hear Peter's inaugural Christian evangelical preaching to at least 3,000 listeners.
When did God get so shy that He only wants one at a time?
"Last True Hermit"?
It is a recognized state of life in the Catholic Church. And apparently does draw more than a few people.
Modern-Day Hermits: Answering the Call to Solitude, Prayer
While we might think of hermits as relics of the Church’s medieval past, today there are many who devote their lives entirely to solitary prayer.
Food just tasted fabulous. But it wasn't it tasted particularly fabulous in any mysterious sense it just tasted MORE.
I felt like that when on Prednisone (steroid). Before, I thought it just made you hungry. Long term use made my step-monster's whole head swell up freakishly, so I'm glad I only took it 3 weeks.
Wouldn't a Book of Silence have blank pages??
From the story I linked to --
Brother Martin, of the Hermits of the Blessed Virgin Mary of Mount Carmel in Christoval, Texas, said that although he does get lonely sometimes, “There are probably people in cities who rub elbows with people every day, and they are intensely lonely.”
He has a point. In our modern world, next-door neighbors are strangers. And there are lots of people in solitude even when they are in a crowd.
I wanted to know how he paid his bills. Turns out he stole from other people.
Turns out he was selfish.
You get plenty of solitude when you're dead.
the youngest one in curls
It's good that some people can still appreciate classical music and literature.
I was hitch-hiking on US 1 a long time ago and got picked up by two guys who were dressed very strangely, and ended up spending a night in "a cell" at the "New Camaldoli Hermitage" near Big Sur. There were hermits of some sort up on the hillsides. They (not the hermits, a more normal guy) said I could work half-time and hermit around the rest of the time, or work full time and get paid, or leave, which is what I did but wish I hadn't. Now that I think about it, when I got back to civilization I exchanged some pictures I'd taken with one of the guys, IIRC he was about 6'6" and looked like Gomer Pyle wearing a hat with ear-flaps.
When I play 18 holes of golf by myself, as I did this morning, I tell people they paired me up with someone else so I don’t have to hear the “poor you” comments. Of course, then I have to make up a story about the person I lied about playing with..:
And if I had a boat
I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I'd ride him on my boat…
Lyle the Vet.
Sometimes I think about a solitary life but God has given me a Purpose Driven Life and that is to be of service to others. Can't do that without contact.
THEOLDMAN
A very ancient human tendency - and indeed one long recognized in Christianity.
The Catholic church of course accomodates this by attaching a religious purpose and various systems of implementation.
But the phenomenon is global and probably predates history. And other religions have similarly attached a religious purpose to hermitage.
In a sense this is a great biological failure, as the afflicted rarely breed.
Its not possible to say, I think, whether this ancient phenomenon is related to agriculture, one of a bunch of human failure modes in accommodating technology. The human animal is still designed for a hunting-gathering lifestyle in small family groups. Humans were not designed, through evolution, for dense populations and complex societies.
I wonder whether hunter gatherer societies have this phenomenon. But its too late to investigate the question.
I was trying to think of the longest period I have ever spent not interacting with a single person- not talking to, hearing, or seeing another person in the flesh (if we include people on television, I have never even made it an entire day).
The closest I can come to is part of a week when I was 15- my parents took my three sisters and went on a week-long road trip- I got to stay at home alone. There were a couple of 2 day stretches when I didn't see any of my friends nor any of the neighbors (houses were fairly far apart where I grew up in the sticks). As an adult- I may have spent a day alone during a snowstorm, but can't be sure- I don't remember any such day very clearly.
If you've ever been on a long ocean sailboat ride, it IS a little like staying in your house for a long time. I'll let you in on a secret. The ocean looks the same, whether its mile 1 or mile 1,000. Sometimes its more rough, sometimes its more calm. But its just water. Meanwhile, your little sailboat is also the same. Its different when you're sailing one island to another. But out in the big ocean, its just water, water, everywhere...
“I was trying to think of the longest period I have ever spent not interacting with a single person- not talking to, hearing, or seeing another person in the flesh (if we include people on television, I have never even made it an entire day).”
My partner may do a day or two a month alone, except for the TV, and now the cat. I will pop over to Idaho to visit a friend there. No cell service there, but she has the land line number, JIC, that she has never used. She has always been a quiet one, while people have maliciously claimed that I am not. I think that she got it honestly, inheriting it from her mother, who, in turn, inherited it from her father. By the time I get back, she usually seems rested and rejuvenated.
There was maybe 5 years when she summered in her house here alone, before I moved in full time, and I think that during that time, she would often go a couple days without talking to anyone. Then, I would get a call from her, and she would get her human contact quota for those days.
I can easily go for half a day alone, but after that, I seem to crave human contact. Her tolerance is much higher. I think that I am the normal one. She, not very respectfully disagrees. So, she is content there at home now alone, and I have headed into town for more human contact. The interesting thing here in rural MT is that there seem to be a lot more solitary people here than most places. Not Alaska bush level, but there seem to be a lot of hermits living alone for long stretches up in the hills.
I can, and do, go for couple of days at a time without talking to or seeing anyone if my husband is traveling for work and I have days off my job. He needs to be around people though. If I am at work and he has a day off he will last about an hour in an empty house before he has to go out and see one of his buddies. Very different personalities but we get along great. I could see myself becoming a hermit if anything happened to him, God forbid. I fully expect that he would remarry and I am fine with that. I'll be dead so it won't concern me, but I love him and would hate to see him unhappy and lonely.
rcocean, there are some beautiful descriptions of sunrises and sunsets at sea from the conning tower of a Nazi sub in Das Boot. They are maybe the best parts of the book, to me.
I can live without people for days at a time. I love driving long distances alone, with no radio/radio substitutes. I am talking multi day trips. Of course you see people, the fry cook at Waffle House, or whatever, but still, it’s really nice to me.
I love to hear how people believe sailing around the World in a small boat is sane. But WTH, let them do it, "Mother Nature's" way of thinning out the herd.
Rehajm,
Was that Sylvan Hart?
I remember reading a book about him in the 70s and thinking that was the life for me when I got out of the Navy.
John Henry
I became aware of the story of Christopher Knight from the public radio program Snap Judgment where author Mike Finkel does a 35-minute retelling of his book. It’s a beautiful little segment and I cannot overstate how much I recommend it. Here:
https://snapjudgment.org/north-pond-hermit
A big reason that I liked it so much was that author Finkel treated his subject with respect, understanding and not pity. It is one of the most compelling stories you’ll ever hear in that format.
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I've long thought about solo sailing from Boston (Beverly, actually) to the Azores. I've sailed to Halifax several times but always with other crew. Worthy of note is that there are long periods of silence among the crew on those Halifax trips that take a bit more than three days, especially during the late night and early morning watches. As Aunty Trump says, the sunrises and sunsets can be spectacular - photos don't capture the depth and breadth of color. And the night sky, when visible, is awe inspiring. It is cold on the water in the Maritimes in July.
"He only took what he needed"
Mark Twain said "Never pass up a chance to steal a chicken. If you don't need it yourself there is probably some unfortunate who does."
Why discuss either plan with other people? You don't need permission.
He seems to be saying that God's presence is present when he is alone but not when he is with other people. That means God doesn't like to be in a crowd of people. And in his heaven he will be the only person there with God. All the others are excluded. Hmmm.
If I was God, I'd get tired of people too.
But this quote says nothing about what God likes. It's about what people are like -- specifically how very difficult it is for a person to feel the presence of God.
John Henry-
No- Earl Parrott, on the Middle Fork of the Salmon. I’m on a device and can’t link but if you search for ‘hermit of impassable canyon’ there’s a story and video on him and others.
I have found God to be present not in the mundane, but in certain moments. God is there when your mind is absent of competing thought. Then you become the budda for a moment. God does not recline in the apse waiting for you to sing.
There’s a book called Idaho Loners, available through the portal, what talks about Hart and Parrott and a number of other hermit characters from the Idaho wilderness.
Nothing wrong with preferring to spend your time with someone who's company you enjoy and avoiding those who's you do not. We all do that. We just have different choices in who and how many.
I lived alone for a dozen years, and although I love and enjoy my family now, I have never been as happy or as self-actuating before or after that period.
Always been a loner but never lonely. I can deal with people for weeks a time, but I need to hibernate after to recharge.
I have friends trapped in negative social networks because they can't imagine being alone. I feel sad for them, imprisoned.
Of all the freedoms in my life, the most precious to me has been the liberty to tell a social group to fuck off and ditch them. I have very little need of them, so there is no need to compromise my ethics or principles to maintain membership.
Of course, my mistakes are made in the other direction. I'm too quick to ditch based on honest mistakes or misunderstandings made in good faith.
Almost all hermits have to have some sort of life-line supporter to bring necessary supplies. There's a hermit on a desert Japanese island whose brother regularly makes supply runs. Knight, as has been said, resorted to petty thievery to supply his simple wants. Serial bomber Eric Robert Rudolph lived a similar existence of petty thievery in the Great Smoky Mountains until he was caught and imprisoned.
The Roman Catholic hermits - - the Carthusians, Camaldolese and the Carmelites - - aren't true hermits, as they live in community and come together daily for a brief period of prayer before retreating to their cells. All their meager wants are supplied by the Church - - what they are, in fact, are benevolent prisons for those who wish to be locked up willingly.
Probably the "mountain men" of the western frontier came as close to the hermit ideal as is possible - - land was free - - or at least "free," they could squat where they wanted, and had to supply all their wants themselves, save for infrequent trips to rendezvous with other trappers to sell furs.
There's a blogger in the desert southwest who lives as a hermit, and relies on his readers to support him: The Ultimate Answer To Kings. He's not leftist politically, so if you are easily triggered by conservative/libertarian viewpoints, best not click the link.
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