Reading today from The Weight of Glory by C. S. Lewis published some seventy-eight years ago, he writes about the need for, and lack of, solitude. “We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and privacy….” He bemoans that “even where the planners fail and someone is left physically by himself, the wireless [that is, the 1941 “wireless”] has seen to it that he will be…never less alone than when alone.”
It occurs to me that solitude, silence, and privacy have become less valued (more avoided?) in the seventy-eight years following. It also occurs to me that if he dropped in on us today, Lewis’ head might well explode.