Sunday, November 13, 2011

Exile


Loneliness is not in being alone, for then ministering spirits
come to soothe and bless — loneliness is to endure
the presence of one who does not understand.

From Little Journeys, Vol. 3, by Elbert Hubbard,
on the mother of Alexander Hamilton


5 comments:

Old 333 said...

Well, that is so true. I had never thought about that angle of it before. This is why cities are places of terrible alone-ness: too many divergent understandings. Such thinking leads all kinds of interesting places, some of them monasteries and others right here in the house.

Old 333 said...

Oh, there should be an edit button! I meant to type :"leads to all kinds places". I guess it doesn't matter, and just goes to show that I read my own comments. That's a bit like examining the kleenex after a good hearty blasting: we all like to see what we ourselves cast up from inside. At least this wasn't moving.

William Michaelian said...

A great tale of triumph and resilience, if you ask me, my gloriously trumpeting friend.

Tàne Mar said...

the one could be even ourselves...

William Michaelian said...

So true, Tanya, and a wise reminder.