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  • Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world,
    do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the
    infinite extent of our relations. Henry David Thoreau

    Most of my life, I have found myself in the role of the outsider, the loner, standing in the snow at night, watching, from a great distance, the cozy houses with their soft lights, muted voices, and occasional far away laughter.

    But I have not minded this feeling of being an alien, this feeling of having landed here from some other planet. In fact, I have embraced it, accepted it as part of who I am.

    Why? Because only in quietness and solitude have I been able to hear my own thoughts, and only in my soul’s midnight darkness, have I been able to see the stars.

    (Photograph at the Sotto Voce Gallery, in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)
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