I like this (it's from "The Rule of Four")--kind of melancholy, but still:
Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply a yardstick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science to our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years.
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