“My desires dropped away. I didn’t long for anything. I didn’t even have a name. To put it romantically, I was completely free.”
Kennebec Journal
As his stunned witnesses heaped names upon him—Hungry Man, Mountain Man, Hermit Hermit—Knight grew less and less familiar with his own name. No longer was he Christopher Thomas Knight. He was earth. He was boulder. He was lake. He was sky. He was his shadow and a shadow of his former self.
