The last true hermit was found and dragged out of hiding and into the world. Most might find his existence sad but the hermit knew something we didn’t. He knew that when it comes down to it, even when you’re with someone or in the noisy rush of people, it’s just you. The one you can count on, and lean on, and depend on. It has to be you. And once you figure that out, that’s when being alone becomes a choice.