For years I held the, I suppose, common fantasy of becoming the last man on earth. The idea was that on realising my solitude God would be triggered into revealing himself because there would be no one left behind which he could hide. Also the feeblenes of the cosmic show would have unravelled beyond redemption.
Before I embark in a few hours on my 40 days sabbatical, I’d like some advice on I could at least feel completely alone. I can’t remember the last time I felt lonely. Perhaps I’ve truly become all men. The key, I feel, lies in achieving extreme isolation. Can you relate to this? Thanks.