Loneliness, this expression comes for a specific reason … to jolt, to remind, to re-sync — We just need to get used to it or understand the reason behind such hollowness.
Do we, not stop to ponder the reflection of the hungry outside our minds … these that are not fed, yet millions have gone astray into building the most fabulous vestibules in serving the Gods without?
The battles in the apparent worlds, in the outside of one’s mind, outside of one’s world, even in its silence quest for one’s attention. The ideal is to seek the balance between either — both, the inner and outer worlds. Connected by breath, by the single heartbeat, one’s continuance does depend on another’s future history unless one disallows it on the hierarchy of Life.
What then of Love? … Love is that bridge that connects, in the completion of the journey with or without a simple past.
« Ogni volta che il mio cuore è interrotto, così è l’universo » — AainaA-Ridtz A R
Love is the currency of exchange in a borderline world and the indifference, the safe-net is in staying neutral but how strong and for how long can one be indifferent, and for long can one endure Love? The propulsion of projection in either dichotomy, of push and pull has its mirror opposites — the mundane and its binary is dissimilar to the planetal, vice versa. The worlds and each of her progeny has her traits. In a world of forms, in communion, in prayers, in […] all relate to one story, despite the prequel, or sequels in centuries told irrespective the loftiness, and the delicacy of fragility.
The cast has unfortunately like the die, been set, and everyone is having a blast between joy and pain, and nobody wants to remember because awakening is to melt one’s heart and, attain to eternal bliss and that seems a weak address in a world void of warmthness; and of being frozen is to accept defeat, to relish in the comfort of the earth, of the fire, of the pains, of routine. Yet in this battle, is the answer to the question between emptiness, and of being consistent, of being spirit.
Such complexities in a world of imbalance.
We’ve built walls in a modern world, and in the digital age, curl up like an immovable rock, strength it seems that we no longer wish to communicate with another, and even when successfully taken to task, it is often nothing more than to fill a gap.
Life, like Love deserves more than just … filling the interruptive eclipse.
“What are you thinking of?” she asked me. I looked at the lines or the lack of lines on her fine face, and smiled. Lis is young. Her life is completed … she has everything. Knowledge of the past, and Children, a good man, a religion, and battles where she plays the caped Ninja. I thought of not saying anything but she insisted.
“I want … to go home, and curl up in bed with someone who loves me” I answered, my mind thinking of no one but you.
Its Christmas soon, and I am still here, and you are still there. Between us, is a universe.
Quotes from souls, strong enough to teach us something of themselves, and of ourselves …
“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me … or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, ‘The strongest men are the most alone.’ I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, ‘Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?’ Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!” — Heinrich Karl Bukowski
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
“The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.” — Mother Theresa
“Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love” — Gabriel García Márquez
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish … You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.” — Simone de Beauvoir
“True rebels hate their own rebellion. They know by experience that it is not a cool and glamorous lifestyle; it takes a courageous fool to say things that have not been said and to do things that have not been done.” — Criss Jami, Venus in Arms
“And loneliness. I should say something of loneliness. The panic, the sweeping hysteria that comes not when you are without others, but when you are without yourself, adrift. I should describe the filthy province of mind, the blighted district inside, the place so crowded you cannot raise the lids of your eyes. Your shoulders are drawn and your head has fallen and your chest is bruised by the constant assault of your heart.” — Hilary Thayer Hamann, Anthropology of an American Girl
“Lonely people tend, rather, to be lonely because they decline to bear the psychic costs of being around other humans. They are allergic to people. People affect them too strongly.” — David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again
“Everyone keeps telling me that time heals all wounds, but no one can tell me what I’m supposed to do right now. Right now I can’t sleep. It’s right now that I can’t eat. Right now I still hear his voice and sense his presence even though I know he’s not here. Right now all I seem to do is cry. I know all about time and wounds healing, but even if I had all the time in the world, I still don’t know what to do with all this hurt right now.” — Nina Guilbeau, Too Many Sisters