I live alone, but among geniuses

Schopenhauer, a grim and miserable man, a true philosopher in the halfway sense, said that if you don't value solitude, you won't value freedom, because it's when you're alone that you're really free. Something in that. 

Again, the old horse, Francis Bacon, said "I have lived among the ancients more than among those with whom I live," it's a paraphrase but accurate. 

Everyone's afraid of being alone, but when it comes to God there's no family, there's no friends, no colleagues or acquaintances, it's just you and God. 

Also, my buddy Jay the eccentric artist, he's a genius of his kind, and I even kind of acknowledge a superior kind of genius to mine, as he has created his own style of art, and for all my work, I have a special reverence for that. If I didn't revere him, I wouldn't have taken care of him for so long. This is where I can kind of emphasize the difference between myself and humans, I absolutely revered this guy and everyone else thought him the weakest, most contemptible detritus of the human race.

You should have seen his shoes when I found him. Even now, I have to tell him, Jesus Christ, Jay, cut your fingernails. Take a shower. He has no regard for his physical person, which I can't help but admiring as the highest human virtue. Like I said, if I must needs boast, I will boast of mine infirmities, this is the guy. I can't believe he's still alive, but the same could probably be said of me.