Man's only state is isolation. The physical world cannot provide any sort of meaningful closeness. Connections are forged over time, and cannot be forced. The formula is incalculable. The right combination is impossible to predict. It is a fluid entity which wavers, often at a moments notice. Drastic changes are shocking to the core. The only constant is the self; a perpetual existence that is impossible to escape. In a room surrounded by so-called friends, man fails to realize he is alone. This realization is often suppressed by means deliberate and otherwise. It takes immense strength to confront the truth head on. The battle rages on for what seems like an eternity, but each day brings one closer to understanding. Eventually one learns to listen to what the enemy has to say, and in listening begins to understand what makes him so strong. Once that strength is harnessed, a new state is achieved. A state where the horizon is permeated with a crisp freshness, the result of few inhabitants.

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