Chris became surprisingly introspective. "I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here's the tricky thing - when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was not need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was my minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn't even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free."
That was nice. But still, I pressed on, there must have been some grand insight revealed to him in the wild.
He returned to his silence. Whether he was thinking of fuming or both, I couldn't tell. Though he did arrive at an answer. I felt like some great mystic was about to reveal the Meaning of Life.
The answer was already given. We just have a hard time accepting the truth.