Of Loneliness and Solitude

Sometimes it gets lonely. My fault for having stayed childless perhaps. But as one woman told me lately, 'il-Bambin jahseb f'kulhadd!'. I'm not too sure what that's supposed to mean, or perhaps I know but I don't even want to think about it. I hope God thinks about me in Euro denomination, although I'd take sterling, the dollar, credit cards and even a cheque from God. You don't expect God to write out bad cheques. But not even Godly Euro sometimes do the trick when loneliness sets in. I sometimes think that it's what makes the English language so brilliant. It created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone, just as Ludwig van Beethoven expresses it so clearly in the first few bars of the second movement of his 7th. Symphony. But then the English language also created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone. And old Ludwig did that too in the last few bars of the same movement of the same symphony. So which do I choose? I like the word glory, but not the word pain. I try my best to escape pain, although sometimes end up thigh deep in it. But today I go for the glory. Because after that comes the power.