ONE CANNOT BE HAPPY — not completely happy — when one is alone. To be alone is to be adrift in the coldness and blackness of time. Days melt into one another and time falls out of sequence. Everything seems pointless because there is no past and no future. There is no one with whom to share experiences, and life is reduced to a series of illuminated pre…
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