Great hurt makes us want to be alone.

by Regis Boff

We are the only animal that is aware it is living. Other species’ are sailing around and around chasing the next meal, avoiding avoidable pain or cheekily trying to have sex.
We are also uniquely cognizant of being alone. Similar to our remedies for meals, pain and sex, isolation forges a passion for philosophies, religions and Sunday night Bingo.
It is difficult for our kind to enjoy the isolation. We like and loathe companionship but despair at having no one at all. The hushed men, returning from war are many times relieved to not engage in fellowship.
Great hurt seems to make us want to be alone.