Loneliness

There's a kind of loneliness that goes deeper than physical loneliness, emotional loneliness. It's the realization that no matter how close you are with someone, at the end of the day it is only your conscious experience that you have. It is the solipsistic reality that you only presume what others think and feel, *that* others think and feel. It's what I describe as the realization that you are an island in a dense, eternal fog, and there's no real evidence that there are other islands in the sea, only currents to suggest so. 

Even if they do, you communicate through such channels already so narrow and further hampered by societal, cultural, or emotional barriers. 

It's a feeling I want to investigate further. I don't think it's necessarily a bad feeling, this loneliness. I think that maybe it's not necessarily the stripping away of the physical, mental, emotional frameworks of our everyday life that gives it this "lonely" flavor -- in fact I think this ought to be liberating. Maybe it's the holding onto that last frame of "concept of self" -- the ego. If we rid ourselves of this, then what is left but simply a collection of experiences and memories? What is there to *be* lonely?