And all I ever loved, I loved alone.
Loneliness is his incurable affliction. It is his human condition, so he cultivates it. The way it tunnels into him allows his soul to mend. He does not expect to outgrow it or to find people who will understand or someone to fill that space. Instead he will strive to be an intelligent, sensitive person, the very great example. He realises that he cannot find comfort in others, and that the best he'll ever do, is to understand himself. He knows what he wants, and how he wants to get it. He will not let the cattle stand in his way, nor will he stumble for more than a second after each defeat. He is the common denominator, the only exception and his one true love all in one, and while it's a curse, it is also a blessing - one he gladly carries and forever dreads.
