Unanswerable Questions, aka: Philosophy.

I honestly think I could become a hermit. I don't know that it would be a healthy transition. But it would be so easy to fall into the trap of giving up. Giving up on dealing with the masses and unsavory experiences that are completely inevitable. I guess if you spend enough time in society to gather the things you care about then what's the point of being "worldly"? I'm all about life experiences and stuff, but it's kind of like listening to the radio when you find the sanctity of underground musical genius. Maybe just dip your toe in every once in a while, and come back to the cave all the more anxious for solitude.

I guess the bigger obstacle is getting the things and people you love to come to the cave with you. You have to find your cave, find a way to get your cave (cus in this society you're gonna have to pay for it) and convince your loved ones that it really is preferable to the world that they are accustomed to, and possibly enjoy. Is it worth retreating alone if you can't get them to come? And will they visit if you make the ghastly choice of isolation over them? Is the act of not experiencing as much of the world as you possibly can the same as not living? Is safe a sure way to deaden your life?

Basically: Does the world matter more than the things living in it? Or would the nothingness of outer space be just fine if only a few people were there? The right people?

And how do you know if those people would feel the same about you, if they were all that mattered to you? Would the forbidden talents of mind reading fall into the same category of eternal life? Maybe life and love are sweeter being experienced solely on faith instead of having some sort of proof or assurance to ruin the thrill of it all. But when does faith turn into fear of mistaken assumptions, or a waste of time on unquestioned false-truths?