  we've all heard it. each of us rolls our eyes, and shivers in our hearts, when we hear the phrase "ultimately we are all alone. " we've all heard it before, each of us casting it off as a hopeless slogan for hopeless people. but, still, each of us has had a stirring in our hearts when we hear it--not a good stirring either.
instead, it is a low stirring, the kind of stirring when we know we have heard the truth, and we do not like it. but, i'll go on the record as saying maybe it isn't so bad at all...to be alone. indeed we meet our graves with silent, solitary solemnity, each of us being a cold record of our own existence, trapped in our own eternal silence, in our own final box.
certainly this idea causes shivers, maybe even a held back tear. but it doesn't have to be that way, so sad and bleak. instead, this loneliness can be happy, even something to rejoice as we tread on in this existence. alone you can sigh at a sad song, see the delicate colorings of a butterfly, climb a grassy hill. alone you can touch the bottom of the sea, read a book, learn the geometry of your lover's body.
alone you can smell a rose, see the stars, and walk in the warm glow of the sun. alone you can have something that no one else can ever have. all you see and do is yours and yours alone; all you have in your midst is only yours to experience at your will, and there is nothing sad about that. there is only something beautiful. 
