In the end: A thought on the subject of solitary.

When I was young, I used to sit in the car on rainy days and watch the raindrops hit my window. I was fascinated by the way one droplet would travel down the window; connecting with other droplets and becoming so much bigger than it had been when it started its strange journey down. I always felt this odd sense of sadness, loss, when the droplet would roll to the bottom of the window and disappear, its journey ending. They (the droplets) seemed, with the help of my active imagination, alive, to me. What amazed me, the most, was the way a droplet would roll close to another droplet and, suddenly, they would become one. Now, of course, I know that it's just a chemical bonding thing, but back then, it was like...two people becoming one. Or like a group of children linking arms in a field, preparing to stand strong against the running opponent in a game of red rover. It was unity, oneness, wholeness, something to that effect. It was a visual example of how I thought the world should work - we journey through life, linking arms with certain individuals, and we all connect and carry one another to the end.

But at the very end, it was still one droplet.

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It seems humanity will always question the meaning.

We search, here and there, we experiment, we get curious.
We dumb ourselves down, chemically impaired and theologically un-sound, we discuss philosophies, speculations, while our memories melt away. Our tongues moving like snakes in the dark - fear sways the animals.
Eat, sleep, reproduce...it's enough for them, not enough for us.
As if the reflection in the mirror hides some truth behind it, we break each other, we bend and stretch the glass until it splits into a web; it all comes crashing down.
We.want.more. We want it all.
And we cannot give it to each other. The hardest part is accepting that single truth.

The answer is not out there. But it's in there.