{"id":12940,"date":"2026-05-08T22:19:46","date_gmt":"2026-05-09T02:19:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/3-kinds-of-loneliness-and-4-kinds-of-forever-the-marginalian-2\/"},"modified":"2026-05-08T22:19:46","modified_gmt":"2026-05-09T02:19:46","slug":"3-kinds-of-loneliness-and-4-kinds-of-forever-the-marginalian-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/3-kinds-of-loneliness-and-4-kinds-of-forever-the-marginalian-2\/","title":{"rendered":"3 Kinds of Loneliness and 4 Kinds of Forever \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Loneliness is the fundamental condition of life \u2014 we are born by another, but born alone; die around others (if we are lucky and loved), but die alone; we spend our lives islanded in our one and only human experience \u2014 in these particular bodies and minds and circumstances drawn from the cosmic lottery \u2014 amid the immense ocean of time and chance teeming with all possible experience. Everything of beauty and substance that we make \u2014 every poem, every painting, every friendship \u2014 is an outstretched hand reaching out from one loneliness to another, reaching into the mute mouth of forever for the vowels of a common language to howl our requiem for the evanescent now.<\/p>\n

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But despite being so fundamental, or perhaps precisely because of it, loneliness is fractal \u2014 the closer you look at the granularity of life, the more you see it branching into myriad lonelinesses, which, like the kinds of sadness<\/a>, all have different emotional hues. <\/p>\n

The loneliness of feeling invisible or misunderstood, bottomless and bone-chilling as the Scottish fog. <\/p>\n

The loneliness of seeing what others look away from, remote and shoreless as a lighthouse.<\/p>\n

The loneliness of public humiliation, a red-hot iron rod.<\/p>\n

The loneliness of your most private failure, inky and arid like the desert at night.<\/p>\n

The loneliness of success, shiny and sharp as obsidian<\/a>. <\/p>\n

The loneliness of love<\/a>, lightless as the inside of a skull.<\/p>\n