Newton locked himself in a room for 18 months during a plague and invented calculus, gravity, and optics. Tesla spent entire days alone in his lab talking to pigeons. Einstein would disappear into his own head mid-conversation and forget you existed. Solitude wasn’t their weakness. It was their weapon. The world calls it antisocial. History calls it genius. Because the same brain that can’t handle a crowded party is often the one running twenty parallel thoughts simultaneously — and needs the silence to sort through all of them. Most people are terrified of being alone with their own mind. Geniuses are terrified of not getting enough time with it. The loneliness wasn’t a side effect of their greatness. It was probably the source of it.