|A Cottage by the Sea||
It’s true, for some, that solitude equals loneliness, which equates to fear. Although I don’t seem to experience this, the possibility was brought home to me the other day when a scrawny little mouse, racing from one snow bank to another between two buildings down by the beach, skittered in front of me. He stopped, seemingly frozen with fear; I could have reached out and picked him up. Being alone didn’t bode well for this little fellow. Where was his community? What was his reason for being, naked out there in the elements? I’m thinking that loneliness equals fear, equals lack of meaning. And having meaning is our reason for being.
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4/30/15 Finishing up VG.