These fools think I am all alone, listening to my music as I write in my notebook. I sit all alone, but I am not lonely. I debate philosophy with Plato and Aristotle. I invent with Leonardo, Ben, and Thomas. I discuss war and tactics with Sun Tzu and Niccolo. I delve deep into the shadows of my soul with Edgar and Steven as my guide. I explore the channels of my mind with Sigmund and Carl. I sail the seas with Herman and Richard F. I travel to amazingly wondrous worlds with Lewis, Ray, Terry P., and Clive Staples. I wander the world and fly to the stars in the company of Isaac, Orson, John, Arthur, and Peter. I practice magic and fight evil with David, Terry G., Joanne, John Ronald Reuel, and Robert.
These fools think I am all alone. I sit alone, but I am not lonely. What will these fools do if they find themselves alone? They babble and squawk and circle around each other, seemingly dependent on the opinions of others, so often do they seek it. What will they do if they find themselves alone?
But who am I to judge? Maybe I’m the fool. It may be that they will be just fine. All alone. In their mind.
