Lonely is a man whose love has been lost, and the passion in his heart has dried up like a desert spring in the dead of summer, but for him then, it is the absence of sharing his heart's sorrows and joys, like a well filled with the purest of water, but the passers by do not stop to drink, in which there is no greater loneliness or pain.
Though in the tormenting darkness of his loneliness, he feels not alone.
For within his loneliness was born a son named Solitude, and Solitude lives in a great temple of servants, who bear the names of Wisdom, Love, Faith and Divinity.
And they are companions to him,
as he too then is a companion to them all.