The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.
It is almost as if you were frantically constructing another world while the world that you live in dissolves beneath your feet, and that your survival depends on completing this construction at least one second before the old habitation collapses.
