On loneliness..

it's perhaps one of the most common themes in literature..loneliness(or 'alone'ness??). yet, book after book, you feel like you've just discovered a new insight into it, a shade or a tint different.. only goes to confirm how universal yet how uniquely individual this experience can be. .and just when you think you've had enough, trying to grapple with the inarticulacy and profundity of your loneliness, you come across a passage that describes it so effortlessly..that's it's comforting and distressing at the same time. here're two passages that've done a great job-

.."He realized obscurely that the sense of loneliness was too precious to be shared, and finally incommunicable, that men were, ultimately islands; each had his own universe, immense only to himself, far beyond the grasp and interest of others. for them the pettiness of the ordeal was unrecordable, worthy, at best, only of a flicker of empathy"..(English, August)

.."it seems to me i'm trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation...no it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence- that which makes its truth, its meaning- its subtle and penetrating essence. it is impossible. we live, as we dream-alone..."...(Heart of darkness)