I have been meeting with people who have more reason to feel lonely than I. But their loneliness seems to be the loneliness of the body and sometimes of the mind. It is hard to explain the loneliness of the spirit. Because the spirit is beyond verification. It is even more difficult to understand why the spirit should feel lonely. I mean, it is not confined. It is totally free. But the spirit detached from the One is lonely. Who is that One? I am not speaking about the one in matrix. Although Matrix does come rather close to illustrating some profound truths.
Pondering on the reason for one's existence is hardly the sort of thing one ought to be doing these days. But, there being nothing really worthwhile about life, about being alive, or even about feeling alive, this is just the kind of futile occupation that appeals to loner's of my sort. So here I am, by my favourite watering hole, listening to the silence of eons. Maybe I am weird, like some nice people have kindly pointed out. What they have not been able to point out though, is the reason for my weirdness or anybody elses weirdness. I guess, sitting by all by oneself, by the side of a sullen lake is weird. Fine. So I am a weird loner. Thank you very much. That is what loners are ! Anyway, I haven't posted anything at all for a long time. Even my best friends seem to have given up on me. It is tough being a loner. It is tougher being a weird loner.
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