I have come to the conclusion that solitude, through communion with the Self, the Universe, and the Mind, breeds 'insanity', or, in my view, the ultimate realm of individual/universal truth. The very few people I have encountered that have experienced a long period of solitude have a type of magic in their souls that can not be duplicated by any other means. They see through this 'reality' and can hear such subtleties as a pin drop within another's charade.

To achieve this inner truth, one is usually cast, through external influence, into the undesirable circumstance of  absolute separation, for few human beings will intentionally create for themselves a situation of complete solitude.

In this solitude, the mind chatter rages. It screams. It begs. Then, finally, it retreats back into the mind's sanctuary of false fear, leaving the stage bare, purified; prepared for the voice of the soul.

This is the stage on which the mold of society's fear riddled reality is peeled away, layer by layer.
This is the stage on which the definition of society's fear riddled label of insanity is made real.
This is the stage on which the truth of the individual supersedes the falsities of the collective.
This is the stage on which true living may begin.