Silence can empower a person like a glove, hardening, protecting, insulating, securing a singularity against the often-overwhelming influences of a hungrily insistent universe. Such solitude is commendable, ensuring independence of thought and action, fostering self-reliance and sustenance.
Beware of adopting the shroud rather than the glove, forcing nonalignment to the point of segregation, rejecting all sway whatever the comparative merits. Gregariousness in not ever a fault, it is a condition paramount to being human.
