I suppose it is arrogant of me to label myself such. After all, no man is an island -- and no woman either, for that matter. I've no barnacles attached to my shins, nor am i all rocky and surrounded by water.
Nevertheless, I look at others and i find myself alone, more of a loner, though not lonely. Twinges of this adjective here and there, now and then, yes. But not much. Perhaps loneliness is there, but like a subterranean river (there's the water, after all!) of which i'm not aware most of the time.
Boh!
In any case, the homini solitarii are an abundant species, today.
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