Seclusions, self-induced, forget about the outside world, but sing, and smile, and dance. They won’t know you’re half-dead, or bored, or in a trance
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
No my friend, darkness is not everywhere, for here and there I find faces illuminated from within; paper lanterns among the dark trees
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
“What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'?”
I am kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.