I have no idea why I am still up at 5 am in the morning. ><
Friday's gathering was a blast! All credits go to mandre for organising it, and to everyone who turned up for making the effort.
At any rate, today was a fruitful day of work and contemplation. I shall take a leaf out of mandre's book, and post an excerpt of an entry on my blog here =)
"What does it mean to be lonely?
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lone·ly (
lōn'lē)
adj.,
-li·er,
-li·est.
- Without companions; lone.
- Characterized by aloneness; solitary.
- Unfrequented by people; desolate: a lonely crossroads.
- Dejected by the awareness of being alone. See synonyms at alone.
- Producing such dejection: the loneliest night of the week.
lonelily lone'li·ly adv.loneliness lone'li·ness n."
Until recently, I accepted what the dictionary told me. That it was simply a state of being without. I always thought of loneliness as something of a negative - an absence of companionship, and, of course, something temporary, as its very nature suggest.
But now I have come to realise that it is so much more. It is something which could press and oppress. could distort the ordinary, and play tricks with the mind. It lurks inimicallly all around, stretching nerves and twanging them with alarms, never letting one forget that there was no one to go to for help, no one to turn to for comfort, no one to care.
It places one in context, as a tiny grain of sand in the world's mightiest deserts, or as a atom, adrift in the vastness of the infinite cosmos. It waits and stalks, all the time bidding its time for the chance to frighten, and frighten terribly. That was what loneliness is really all about.
To deprive a gregarious creature of companionship is to maim it. It is to outrage it's very nature, and the very purpose of its creation. The prisoner and cenobite are aware that the herd exists beyond their exile; they are also aspects of that greater entity. But when it is abandoned, and is severed completely from the herd, in a sort of way, the herd no longer exists. And for the herd creature, it is no longer a part of any entity. He becomes part of no whole, a freak without a place.
He then turns to his reason and rationality to exist and survive as an island. He must negotiate a calm in his mind, as every aspect of his existance screams out in a chorus of chaos. What a poor and pitiful creature he must be...
And if he should be unable to hold on to his reason, then he is lost indeed. Most utterly, fearfully, dreadfully lost, so that he should become no more then the twitch in the limb of a corpse.
peace, yo
Baron Von Wank"