Midweek: "It Is Not Good for Man to Be Alone"

In my earlier days of life (?), of friendship with Jesus (?) I had a mantra: If I can see my neighbors, they are too close. Today, there is a part of me that still thinks this way from time to time: I am quite happy being solitary. But my happiness is not the endgame of my existence. The endgame of my existence is relationship with my Creator and relationship with all He has created. So, as a means of preaching to myself today and an attempt to encourage others who might, too, be happy in solitude, I share with you Maya Angelou's beautiful poetry:

"Alone"

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

-- Maya Angelou 

"Alone"