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A Widely Held, But Rarely Articulated, Belief In Our Society Is That The Ideal Self Is Bold, Alpha, Gregarious. Introversion Is Viewed Somewhere Between Disappointment And Pathology.

We've Known About The Transcendent Power Of Solitude For Centuries; It's Only Recently That We've Forgotten It.

It's Never A Good Idea To Organize Society In A Way That Depletes The Energy Of Half The Population.

Figure Out What You Are Meant To Contribute To The World And Make Sure You Contribute It. If This Requires Public Speaking Or Networking Or Other Activities That Make You Uncomfortable, Do Them Anyway. But Accept That They're Difficult, Get The Training You Need To Make Them Easier, And Reward Yourself When You're Done.

You Once Said To Would Like To Sit Beside Me While I Write. Listen In That Case I Could Not Write At All. For Writing Means Revealing One Self To Excess; That Utmost Of Self-revelation And Surrender, In Which A Human Being, When Involved With Others, Would Feel He Was Losing Himself, And From Which, Therefore, He Will Always Shrink As Long As He Is In His Right Mind...that Is Why One Can Never Be Alone Enough When One Writes, Why There Can Never Be Enough Silence Around One When One Writes, Why Even Night Is Not Night Enough.