I I think that when there is an internal life, it not there no boredom,... and the solitude is a window opened on my garden internal, as a privilege which would be granted to me... Many people are afraid of the solitude, me I consider her as a very rare present, a passport towards this peace of mind convenient to the creation. Then far from the noise and from the outside excitement, I can draw from the mystery of this light which cannot go out. All which goes out of me, comes from the bottom of myself...