Life being played out in daily experiences that everyone has
the pleasure or not of having, isolated scenarios of loss
from death carry forth into levels of many dimensions.
Throughout the years of living, lonely most of the time, just
being human is the way it comes about and we have no choice
in the matter.
Humanity includes every individual on earth, yet each one of
us is a solitary entity on a deserted island, foraging and
trying to exist in a world filled with good and evil.
No place for anyone to hide, we all live together and yet
each of us are totally alone, even if in a crowd, just be-
cause we're human beings the whole of our lives.
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