When i climb up and stand on the mound nearby with my eyes staring at the infinite darkness, my soul seems to be purged and enlightened, the mouth, long for some proper words to ease and discharge of the fullness and swellings of the heart, which passions generated by that moment do cause and induce. But I would rather keep silent, for one single word will bring me the loneliness. I know that feeling exactly, as I had been strolling through the moor behind my dorm and reciting some poems in front of the silver lake, I wished someone would come nearby and found out that there was a freak there, but no one ever dropped by, I had to leave with my own sneer.
"Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.", exactly, yet meaningless, for it does nothing to help me out of the gaping hole, as well as many of others. Sir Bacon once said "Little do men perceived what solitude is, and how far it extendeth", ""it is a mere and miserable solitude to want true friends". I think that kind of intimacy is hard to develop nowadays. You can never make a friend with someone who just want to make acquaintances to broaden his social cycle of his future career. But the most common case I think is, we hardly know each other even we want to. This society has been trying to telling us to be different since we were born, we barely know ourselves now, far beyond reaching others’ souls. Strolling through the neighborhoods and visiting on the porches, as some suggested, won’t make it any better, or, in a way, worse, for you may hold a party or grill out together to fabricate a sign of intimacy, but when you shut the door and lay on the bed, you will feel like that all things are collapsing on you, and once again, you fall into the gaping hole, the pain becomes excruciating.
I think it’s a perpetual affection of human beings, unless we invent a machine to decode the mind waves, and it’s unproper to try to drive it away, as we need it to remind us of our respective true being, which surely not a wild beast or a god, for one doesn’t ever meditate, the other doesn’t ever have to.