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What one time in the vast millenia? Or existentially, when did I realize that none of us is truly alone? Or when did I lose my cynicism enough to say that no one is ever alone? Danu is with us always. There is always someone. What are you looking for? What do you want?
We've covered alone, haven't we? At least from the perspective of when we felt most alone. So, I'm guessing that we're looking for a single minute in time that we realized that for now we weren't at least? Because if we're never alone, then...
Fuck it. "When in your life did you feel most alone?"
Are we supposed to say now that in that moment of abject loneliness we weren't truly alone?
This sounds like the peddlings of the Martyr's priests, if you ask me.
Or is our lonely state because we cut people out and push them away and decide that alone is better, but then one moment comes where we let someone in and we hold them close and cherish them and share something of ourselves, and then they just leave and toss everything aside and we realize that the loneliness is all the more harsh for thinking that we had someone to share it with? Someone to make us not alone.
They make me feel not alone. Keelia. Michael. Noah. Heh. Anubis. They make me feel like I'm part of something greater. Like I matter. He did, too. But he's gone and mayhap he didn't want to go, but it doesn't change the fact that he is.
There is no knowing that you're not alone. Everyone leaves. They leave of their own will or they are taken away or they die. And there is at least comfort in the latter two that it was not of their choosing, and one can philosophize and say that they are still with you in spirit, but that's...stupid. It's stupid and pointless. They leave and you are alone.
There are moments in life when you are not. Moments when you know you are loved and you love in return. Moments when you have someone to hold. A friend to laugh with. A touch to comfort. A child to adore you. Lovers to adore. A brother to...
But they are moments.
And then they are gone, and you're alone again. And that knowledge...the knowledge that it will come...
We are born alone, severed from out mother's bodies. We die alone. And perhaps there, perhaps in the Summerlands, perhaps then we can "know" we are not alone, surrounded by the other dead.
But such won't be my fate. Sidhe who die are absorbed back into the Weave.
Will we know then? When we are once again part of everything and in everyone...perhaps then we are not alone. But we are also no longer "we," and so I do not think it really counts.
We've covered alone, haven't we? At least from the perspective of when we felt most alone. So, I'm guessing that we're looking for a single minute in time that we realized that for now we weren't at least? Because if we're never alone, then...
Fuck it. "When in your life did you feel most alone?"
Are we supposed to say now that in that moment of abject loneliness we weren't truly alone?
This sounds like the peddlings of the Martyr's priests, if you ask me.
Or is our lonely state because we cut people out and push them away and decide that alone is better, but then one moment comes where we let someone in and we hold them close and cherish them and share something of ourselves, and then they just leave and toss everything aside and we realize that the loneliness is all the more harsh for thinking that we had someone to share it with? Someone to make us not alone.
They make me feel not alone. Keelia. Michael. Noah. Heh. Anubis. They make me feel like I'm part of something greater. Like I matter. He did, too. But he's gone and mayhap he didn't want to go, but it doesn't change the fact that he is.
There is no knowing that you're not alone. Everyone leaves. They leave of their own will or they are taken away or they die. And there is at least comfort in the latter two that it was not of their choosing, and one can philosophize and say that they are still with you in spirit, but that's...stupid. It's stupid and pointless. They leave and you are alone.
There are moments in life when you are not. Moments when you know you are loved and you love in return. Moments when you have someone to hold. A friend to laugh with. A touch to comfort. A child to adore you. Lovers to adore. A brother to...
But they are moments.
And then they are gone, and you're alone again. And that knowledge...the knowledge that it will come...
We are born alone, severed from out mother's bodies. We die alone. And perhaps there, perhaps in the Summerlands, perhaps then we can "know" we are not alone, surrounded by the other dead.
But such won't be my fate. Sidhe who die are absorbed back into the Weave.
Will we know then? When we are once again part of everything and in everyone...perhaps then we are not alone. But we are also no longer "we," and so I do not think it really counts.
