Humans are likely the most sociable animals that have ever been, and will ever be. Together, we live in general peace; eating, living, working; hell, some people even choose to sleep in the same bed. Not because they have a lack of space, a lack of beds, or arctic conditions to endure, but because they choose to. Because the idea of laying comatose alone, for just a moment, is too daunting to swallow, too appalling to even consider. Whether you want to admit it or not, we need, nay, crave each other desperately. Perhaps this peculiar behavior stemmed from a Darwinist process, a slowly acquired understanding that unity equals strength. Or perhaps there lies deep mystical connection between us kindred spirits, some God, some energy, some indescribable force that brings us together, that makes us want to unite.

Despite what you believe, in others, we see ourselves. In their words, in their expressions, in their gasping laughs, in their charming smiles, in their quivering terror, in their delightful anecdotes, we catch glimpses, shadows, silhouettes of ourselves. We try desperately to connect, to grasp life from different hands, to see through infant eyes once more. But what is it all for? Humans need each other so fiercely that isolation drives most to madness, if not a swaying noose.  Perhaps we connect selfishly in a panicked whimper, frantically trying to convince ourselves that the Earth is not a cold dead place. That life is not meaningless and we won’t depart as we entered; alone, bloodied, wailing.

Perhaps this is so. And perhaps, it’s absolutely wrong.