When I was younger than I am now, but not that much younger, I ran away from home and camped out in the woods for a week. During that time I did not see or speak to another human being. It occurred to me later that up to that point I had never gone through a single day without some kind of human contact. Even if that contact was a short phone call or some meaningless interaction with a clerk at 7-11. At the time, my goal was solitude, but I didn’t know what I was in for.
It’s a strange feeling to be startled by the sound of your own voice. To realize that nobody knows where you are and you don’t know where anybody else is either. It was if I had plucked myself out of mankind. In a way, when I was detached from civilization, I realized just how human I was. I have a hard time describing it…maybe someone more eloquent could help me out here?
What changes occur in the minds of men when they are deprived of their own kind?
Does anyone have a similar experience to share?