Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.
When I can look life in the eyes grown calm and very coldly wise life will have given me the truth and taken in exchange - my youth.
A coldly rationalist individualist can deny that he has any obligation to make sacrifices for the future.
