| He is alone,
all alone I He becomes a helpless captive to his own sorrow and hopelessness. The sun
rises and sets, the vicissitudes of night and day continue indifferently, and all goes on
mechanically, monotonously, dimly. He lives for the mere sake of existence; he lives be
cause he does not choose to die, and he lives because he has no sane alternative. Life is
dark and hollow, but death presents no attractions. To
the lonely man life is worse than an empty dream, it is an empty reality! It is really
empty! There is nothing to live for I There is nothing to die for I He is sad, very sad
I He is alone, all alone, and very lonely. The torture of loneliness is
unbearable, and yet millions of people are enduring this intolerable misery this very
moment. The deliverance from loneliness for such persons must be the ardent concern of
every human being with God-given con science in his heart. |
