During the solo, the time is fully inner dialogue, a ride along the contours of the inner landscape. The outer landscape is illuminated. It reflects the terrain of the inside. You either fight it or embrace it or a little of both. There are times of lonlieness or fear. Of creating monsters out of nothing. Out of seeds of the past, or of unresolved shadows. Or culturally trained fears of chaos and death. At the same time, the most inspiring thoughts and ideas come from the smallest of reverberations in the inner landscape. This happens when allowed the space to drift and imagine without interruption from other humans or the distractions of the highly stimulating modern world.