Loneliness is a strange companion. She comes to visit me when I am alone or among a hundred. She's my best friend when I think of my brothers out there in some other Universe or the whole span of my physical existence as the blink of someone's eye and of their existence as the blink of someone else's eye and of their existence further --- Loneliness, my friend, my companion, I blink my eye.
Another resurrected poem (originally published in the quarterly New Quest, a journal of participative inquiry, edited by the legendary Dilip Chitre).
Are we by ourselves in the whole wide universe? As lonely (7 billion lonely ones), we have thought a lot about this. Maybe we are not, as we discover more and more water on the moon and even that asteriods can replenish their own water!!