How does it feel to befriend yourself and love the sounds of your thoughts alone seeping through the silence? How do you do it? How do you live in a world apart from the world but still in the world and yet shun the world? Is it for love of silence? Or does your little world boast a life more beautiful than what ours can give? Tell me, dear lone wolf. Your mystery has my mind in knots. How great it must be then to have your way with Shangri-La, to reign over your Nirvana, to hold have the keys of your heaven hidden in your own two hands, not in the smiles of paramours or hearty cheers of friends. How does it feel, my friend, to hum to the songs of silence, to dance inside your head, to not find boredom boring, to live in your own garden of Eden in your heart? Tell me, dear lone wolf. Teach me your ways. Dennis Izu Ezeogu