To be alone. To be isolated. To be trapped in the void of social interactions.
To be surrounded by people, each one but trapped behind a wall, a wall of discontent,
and insatiable profuse. If you strive to break this wall, to connect through it or climb over it, failure will ensure, as it grows without hinderance.
To find a person, and to connect to that person, to understand what they understand, and have them finally understand you, rarity in-itself, a sacrosanct diffuse.
A person who see's as thy see, a person who thinks as they do. A person of such kindred spirit that the connection is impossible to forgo.
These people are not those who are trapped behind a wall, seperated by the mental anguish of capitalistic delight, but instead those are trapped with you, walled off from the rest.
Yet the people who reside in the same bubble as thy do, separate and infinite pockets of mind, separated by a weak but unbreakable layer, are those who no problems hinder your love.
Yet these people are far, and in-between, improbable to find, and difficult to see.
For it is not their bodies that are trapped together, in a connection in which they meet, but their minds that are close. Yet to use we seek that the only conduit for the mind is through the body, in which segregates us from those we seek.
Tis' trully a blessing, or a miracle as is the same, to find one person, whose connection extends beyond but one of these realms, to be a kindred spirit, and one of in whom we can connect.
These people become best-friends, often far better than the last who sustained that title, or true-lovers if not but sex isn't abstained.
To this be the title that Dan gives to Phil, his lover, his soul-mate, his kindred mind. Yet dan knows that this love is flawed, for on one side, sex is still abstained.