My heart is
the most tormented country of all.
Giuseppe Ungaretti - August 27, 1916
I once read that we can die from heartache.
The Buddhists believe that life is suffering.
Isn't it loneliness too?
We share profound fragments of our existence with persons who are very close to us. Yet, the moment arrives when we can no longer postpone coming to terms with the zany whirls and twirls of Fate. As it happens, we realize that we are alone in the task; we must be alone. We must be lonely.
Morpheus tells Neo in The Matrix, "I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it."
Pink Floyd sing, "We are two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl";
Dean Moriarty, in Jack Kerouac's On the Road, "ragged in a moth-eaten overcoat he brought specially for the freezing temperatures of the East, walked off alone, and the last I saw of him he rounded the corner of Seventh Avenue, eyes on the street ahead, and bent to it again".
Regardless of who is standing by our side, the Truth must be faced through no intermediaries. We can be sustained by the thought of those who love us, who have accompanied us along the way, of those who have held our hand tight.
Sometimes, instead, we cannot.
When we cannot, we are lonely hearts.
When we can, we are lonely hearts.