The silence and stillness of mornings, or anytime for that matter, spent alone in nature is a precious thing that should not be discounted. Reading books and conversations with others are wonderful, they really are. I cherish those things as well. But there is nothing like having all the voices silenced. This sacred silence is about as close as it gets. It has a way of cutting through all your inferior notions and answers arrived at during your time spent in the interpreted world.