"It is a lonely idea, a lonely condition, so terrifying
to think of that we usually don't. And so we talk to
each other, write and wire each other, call each other
short and long distance across land and sea, clasp
hands with each other at meeting and at parting, fight
each other and even destroy each other because of this
always somewhat thwarted effort to break through walls
to each other. As a character in a play once said,
"We're all of us sentenced to solitary confinement
inside our own skins."
Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life."
The modern world is indeed a lonely world, its uncharted territories for us human beings. Never in human history man (woman) had to take care of all her/his affairs on his/her own. Not so long ago, the marriages were arranged and were for land or some other property. Falling in and out of love, the heart breaks , the misunderstandings the betrayals all belonged to stories not real life. Marriage was a practical contract.
Personal lyricism is the outcry of prisoner to prisoner from the cell in solitary where each is confined for the duration of his life."