"I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free."
This is a really wild story, to me. He did steal, his efforts sacred people, but I'm with those who were willing to have him go back to the woods, with a supply chain, as it were.
Lost his identity, he said, and I can believe it, as there was no feedback from anyone by which to define himself. I can appreciate that he felt that he was "just there."
Thanks for posting. Chris's story is compelling, since he became a self-taught survivalist. It's amazing he survived the cold, and poor dental health. I have a premonition we will hear about more hermits, who only want peace, quiet, reflection, and to be alone.
FASCINATING! Where is he now? I can't imagine him living anywhere else but the woods...like some kind of predator, stealing what he needs. How'd you find this article?
I read about this some years ago, and recently saw something about it. I admire him in some ways, but he is certainly an outlier.
@Mitch07102 If he'd been supporting himself on his own efforts....I might find him ''admirable in some ways.'' I kept thinking of those old religious hermits who lived on mountain tops, etc....they were willingly supported by the ''godly.'' Luckily, he seems rather a pacifist, doesn't he>
"Fascinating" works for me!
@BirdMan1 Right. I've been thinking about him all afternoon. He's so cut off....so odd for a member of our social species.