"I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company." - Henry Miller Through the ages, weise men have often been compelled to seek isolation. It's not because they each hold all humanity in contempt, but because it is the best way to find oneself. Everyone from Buddha, to Thoreau, to Einstein, to Bukowski found solace and freedom in traveling on the solitary way. Here, Michael Thomas shares the thoughts from his personal solitary journeys in poetic form.