Utterly Alone
| think about it. no matter what, no matter where you are, no matter who you're with, there's still that infinitessimal distance between you and any other person out there. you will never be understood. you will always struggle to be known. you will often fail. flail. frantically trying to escape the inevitability, the enormous gravity of this unenviable reality. can't do it anymore. can't do it. won't do it anymore. won't do it. invoking the spirits around us, we try to fill our lives with something, with anything we can be close to. to know. to be known. to find comfort and solace in a maddeningly disconnected world. where's that comfort, when all you're left with is no-one, and no-thing? |
posted by andrew at 12:03 a.m.
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"Even the most beautiful community can never heal the wound of lonliness that we carry. It is only when we discover that this lonliness can become sacrament that we touch wisdom, for this sacrament is purification and presence of God. If we stop fleeing from our own solitude, and we accept our wound, we will discover that this is the way to meet Jesus Christ. It is when we stop fleeing into work and activity, noise and illusion, when we remain conscious of our wound, that we will meet God. He is the Paraclete, the One who responds to our cry, which comes from the darkness of our lonliness."
- Jean Vanier
I hear you, and so does Jean.
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Sounds a lot like Nouwen. I guess it makes sense. You've told me Vanier was one of his inspirations.
It's good to know, at very least, that we're not to suppress it, but rather to accept the reality of this life and its moments of loneliness - moments that invoke Christ's healing in the midst of sorrow.
What better place for the body and blood to be applied than in the midst of brokenness?
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