Isn't this what you had always wanted? Always sought?
Why is it so that whenever we get something we have striven hard to earn ourselves, we suddenly realize that this is the worst curse the heavens have imposed upon us?
At times, your loss fills my heart with distress ... but then this is how you desired it to be much before the Babylon. Even before the Enuma Elish, this is how you identified yourself - a loner.
I wish it wasn't so.
But my wishing can not undo some one's years of labor. Can it?
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