Today I read about Isolation Treatments used as punishment in SUPERMAX. The inmates get TV and Radio for good behavior. When TV starts talking to inmate on personal terms, the inmate puts TV under the bed. I fantasized about moving to the forest of Canada to force purity. To be totally alone with the trees and moss and night and things. Sailors who go out for months at a time suffer from "soul crushing loneliness". What is the feeling in the veins when the blood seems to run backwards, dragging little icicles up through every capillary?