Hope is the best and last of all things.
Without it, there is only time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.
It's a law of motion, no different from the stages of white dwarfs and red giants. Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge.
Time is simply the 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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