“And Zarathustra ran and ran
and did not find anybody any more,
and he was alone
and found himself again and again,
and he enjoyed and quaffed his solitude
and thought of good things for hours.”

– Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathusra, “At Noon”

“You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.”

– Bob Dylan, It’s Alright, Ma (Im Only Bleeding)