"At one point, when the thought of life all by myself alarmed me, I left the house and swore not to return until I'd met a man with a loneliness as strong and enduring as mine, so we might pool our sorrows. I met the mailman coming up the walk. "Are you lonely?" I said.
"Of course," he said and handed me my mail. "But there are things far worse than that." He turned and walked away, and I went back inside."
Linda McCullough Moore, "On My Way Now", The Sun, April, 2014, p.19
We are born alone and we die alone. Being alone is our essential nature with relationships in between birth and death which gives us our sense of self and on which we are utterly dependent for everything even something as elemental as speech from which comes our ability to think.
What could be worse than loneliness? Most people would say abuse, stress, smothering by others when we want to scream and beg God to be left alone.
At some point we come to realize that we are none of our identities that have been constructed for us and by us over the years of living. We realize that the roles we play, the thoughts we have, the feelings we experience, the behaviors we manifest are not who we are. So when we covenant to promote and affirm the inherent worth and dignity of every person what person(s) are we talking about? The sense of personhood, identity, is a social construction and as such, an illusion and a projection and a social role and status. Who, my friends, is the you who is alone? Who or what is this thing that has inherent worth and dignity?
My Kind Of Church Music - "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For, U2