Short of two months, the hermit went back to his cave after an unimaginable trip in social media. Back to the natural, which he can communicate with. Leaving behind a non sense blog of laughter, he kept walking away, fresh and relieved that he did not fit into their world. Upon departure, he embraced a box of books and white papers to caress thoughts and imagination while reading or writing. Witnessing the Rising Sun within, he kept laughing until the wind covered all that might have slipped away. Reaching 110, he chose to die, smiling to a butterfly while an ocean kiss whispered its secret.