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Loneliness shall increase in the future which shall subconsciously create more anxiety. Electronics gives a facade of connectivity. It is amazing to be standing in a crowd feeling lonely, to call out, to not be heard or to hear others. To know a little of so many yet know/have only a few friends at hand makes poets of all. Drinking breakfast coffee while staring at a mountain provides a comforting sense of stability, a foundation. Friends are an addiction even as a distance mountain, the comfort of stability. Friends are the soothing mystic path of heart nourishment. The poet wrote “If I could explain it, I would be a poet. If I was a poet, there would be deeper wounds that I could not describe.” So it is with loneliness, is it not? Why is there a commandment against stealing/loss? Theft creates within a naked exposed tormenting helpless feeling of loneliness. A child fears the loss of Mom’s hand, the crushing heart stopping devastating loneliness. Childhood loneliness scars for life. Possible future pain is avoided by not allowing a loving relationship. Holding friendship at bay is a tight-wire walk act daily experienced. A flirting facade of full filling love motivates an almost believable commitment.

What is the relationship between loneliness and security? By what multiple does insecurity magnify the effects of loneliness? At what point does suicide become a realistic solution? Pride/dignity goes before starvation. How lonely is the feeling of starving? How lonely is the feeling of begging for life, for charity, for mercy? How would Shakespeare write his sonnet about the loneliness of fighting death? Would he write trash cliches about a grim reaper, a perilous hail of ice pellets on thin fragile bones quivering as a breeze? William, pray enlighten the ivy vined sacred sociopaths of the loneliness of starvation with soothing guilt free verbiage. “I will send a legion of angels to save you before your feet touch the stones.” Prayer is an excruciatingly humble lonely act of desperation, an acknowledgement of defeat. Mother Earth shall be savagely abuse, raped by eight billion humans in 2023. Eons after promising Her, He would send the legion of angels. An earth not loved is lonely, feels lonely, abandoned, insecure, maybe suicidal.

These hurried words do not give proper homage to panic pain, to loneliness. Pause, dig into your imagination of a ten week pregnant sixteen year old child whose passionate companion is now dating another walking the same school hallways. Crawl into a hallway locker! Scream in defiance! Engineering a freight train of daily delusional decisions is heavy work for a village, but there is no village nor cave, a womb of wobbly worries.

Adam felt lonely, wanted a companion. God knowing the future, wisely said okay but the trade off is I am not responsible. I am granting you free will and a woman who needs your favor because I gave her less stature than you; therefore, she will need for your companionship. She will unknowingly give you an apple that I challenged you to obediently not eat. Oh, in the aftermath of pride, pestilent pray to me for help and guidance while modeling love and charity in My name. As you walk through the valley, you shall not walk alone. Insecurity shall be beside you always.