January 13, 2011
There’s an inherent loneliness to life that becomes ever more apparent to me with each passing year and it has nothing to do with the quality of one’s relationships or the depth of love that one shares with another. It goes much deeper than that. It is a loneliness quite independent of others, derived from the recognition that no one person can every truly know another. We build bridges, and what beautiful bridges we build, but ultimately a bridge is a symbol of distance and separation, beneath which flow the currents of life which gnaw relentlessly at our personal shorelines.