Oh we might make a piece of art out of a bunch of words on a blank page to start with, and this might matter to someone other than ourselves, but again in time those words demand a much better sequel, a rewrite, a revision, a tune up, a new perspective, and so we must let them go off into the unknown, no matter how close we are to their meaning. They must not be allowed to grow old—they must be fashioned anew to fit the times. At that point they become a different kind of intellectual property—one that resembles a drop of rain in the ocean, a part of the beauty and/or chaos of everything going.
We might do anything at all and it might still be okay, but it won’t end there. It ends where it ends. It always does. Nothing you can say or do will make any difference to the outcome of the truth about the life of a life, meaning it will say what it is and it will stop speaking on your behalf when it does, even if that encompasses long years of gases and vapor trails. Some things are forever, but only because new eyes and new ears and new fingers discover and welcome them into a still beating home of a heart and a thoughtful awakened mind space. Timelessness comes from where you are, not from where you've been.
But none of that solves the problem of being alone and it shouldn't really. There is an old Zen proverb which asks, what is the sound of one hand clapping? The answer is you don’t differentiate between the two hands. There is only one, and yet there are two or many. I guess the best we can do then is to accept this Yin and Yang of existence as a single source of creature comfort, rather than a constant cosmic struggle for balance and improvement. Yet it appears to be both. The sky has much to offer us, but it means nothing without the gift of land. We have the rain and the sun to teach us how to grow, but we wouldn't have a chance to fulfill our potential without both. There is joy and sorrow—there is no such thing as only joy or only sorrow no matter how harrowing the statistics for each. A time for war, a time for peace.
So lonely is a space we occupy from time to time, but it is not the only space there is, and it doesn't represent the true nature of our being here either because that is always a dual potential happening—with and without our input. Start where you are. The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. We've all heard these sayings a million times over or seen them plastered on postcards or tee shirts, but there’s some truth in their well-worn dorm poster tracks. And that is we have some power to make a bit of real difference in our lives and maybe the lives of others just by starting to walk or talk or sing or dance or write a song or read a book or fall in love or start a family or any of a million other activities. Your masterpiece of self-realization is just waiting for you to give the word its go ahead and then it’s over the hills, you beautiful boys and girls—this is it! One for all. Lonely is as lonely does or doesn't, but it certainly needs your foot to count you in or out.dp