Isolation angels

Feel lonely today, I miss chatting with a circle of friends around a table full of bottles of beer, though I don't drink, I must recognize I miss these moments and hold them dear. Staying alone like this through nights and days can eventually make you think it's a natural thing. A voluntary isolation as the one preached by Rainer Maria Rilke, isolation we can learn to live together with ourselves with. There are people, and they're not few, whose greatest fear is to be alone. But not the fear of loneliness that is inflicted on so many people, it's the fear of catching themselves alone with themselves. Perhaps because it forces them to face the person they are most afraid of. I'm not like this, but must admit I can be really isolationist and self-sufficient at times. And I don't think people should be like this. Solidarity is getting more and more difficult to find, streets are getting colder and colder, especially for those who have them as their only dwelling, thrown this way and that by municipalities from one town to another, without any roots or a place to call a home.
About Rainer Maria Rilke, there's a beautiful poem by him - as usual - I have found, called Autumn:

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

Translated by Robert Bly

Sanctified | Into the void

Radio Universal: The Making Of A Thousand Gods.