I was alone all Sunday. I didn't call anyone and nobody called me. I was totally alone. I sat on a couch with my mind free. But in the course of that day until bedtime I had a sudden recognition of myself and the world that haunted me and made me dive into obscure depths from where I came out into a golden light. It was the encounter of the self with the self. Solitude is a luxury ... Clarice Lispector