tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13560703.post-78859041199695604672008-06-26T19:44:00.004-05:002008-06-26T20:25:39.938-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aethlos.com/welt/uploaded_images/singleboat-767559.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://aethlos.com/welt/uploaded_images/singleboat-767516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The older I get the more I love being alone. I could spend weeks alone if I weren't forced to interact with all kinds of people. Solitude has a depth both real and rather layered as I am discovering. I love being alone - in my own mind - in my own thoughts - surrounded by everything I've chosen to experience. I sit with my Ipod (God how much do I love the simple things like my Ipod) and dissipate countless thousands of hours in reverie. I can sit in front of the fish tank for hours (my beta fish loves me and lets me pet him). I love being alone in my apartment with my piles of books. Dukedom large enough, indeed.Aethloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10943629916231138113Aethlos@gmail.com