We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.
Not to asphyxiate this post with quotes but, the German poet Johann Wolfgang Van Goethe once stated, "The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone." As I walk upon the intransigent path that is the truth movement, prone to a pedantic and rancorous observation of the world I survey, the chase for cogency becomes a lonely one. One can not digest the fact that man or woman can give their lives to administering a cosmic panacea to cure the ills of the world we inhabit. The fight that I struggle to sustain is not one that I chose; it chose me! It procures my soul and satiates me to the point where I can live off justice as my only source of nutrition; it may sound hyperbolic or superfluous, but its true.