In Paradise…there is lonliness…even in the place of loving and being loved…it is here also…a haunting solitude…
I think that I will go sit with it and listen to what it has to tell me…
“In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and
sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The
essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable,
locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and
body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.”
―
Aldous Huxley
Threads of Thought 