I have been thinking about this for a little while and felt the need to get my thoughts in line.
On Solitude:
I know a whole lot of people who love their solitude. They look everywhere for it. This I don't understand. In a crowd I always am able to find solitude in my thoughts. I can turn the world off. But for me the thoughts that exist there are less real than the thoughts that I share with others. For example, these musings would be nothing if I didn't share them in some way. It is in our interactions with others that we become human. Otherwise, why would we be here?