Having the introvert's "rich, inner thought life" is like having a thick, beautiful blanket with you. It serves all sorts of purposes, of carrying and covering, of beautifying and reminding.

It is the blanket you gather yourself into for warmth and comfort in the peace ... and to find the peace. You let it envelop you, all the way up to your chin, and you close your eyes.

It is the blanket you tuck behind your back or under your bum to keep from letting the aches and pains of ordinary overwhelm.