All the people are human islands.
Each man is an island with its government, ruled by one man, floating in time and space. It’s impossible to leave and escape this island, our loneliness, and mortality. After all, we all sleep alone. Human islands attract or repel each other, but none of us is able to know our own island well, i.e., mind and soul. We can only know the superficial part of it, the beach (the body) where we are castaways, not knowing why we got here and what we should do next. Inside the island, i.e., in our experience and imagination, we can encounter paradisiacal landscapes headed by tropical waterfalls and delicious fruit to consume.
Still, we can also meet cannibalistic tribes that bring confusion and horror into our lives.
Lonely islands watch each other from afar. Usually, one shows the other what it can offer. The islands would like to unite, to create a true kingdom and power, but they are doomed to loneliness and death. In today’s post, I want to stress that no matter how much we would like to not be lonely, whether we like it or know it, the end of our lives will be loneliness. Even if many grandchildren are near you while you’re dying, the final end will be a moment when you will be lonely.
Moreover, the human psyche, the island’s interior, will always be unknown to us.
No matter how hard we try to know ourselves, we will manage to do it only partially. I do not have to add that we will never know other humans fully. Knowing ourselves fully is impossible in the same way as solving all the Universe’s riddles. Cosmos, with people at the forefront, are too complex a systems to solve all puzzles and mysteries. What is worse is that people’s minds are too limited to understand everything surrounding us: lonely, human islands.
