The fate of man is solitude

Oh, how lonely the poor human is. In all her trials and tribulations she stands alone, no matter how many of her kin stands besides her. In the end she must face all decisions of life in solitude, and death reaps the crop of man straw by straw. Oh, how lonely the poor human is. Every man is an island, screaming out the agony of isolation throughout the centuries. Behold the works of the great authors and artists of past times - behold the monuments of kings. They all tell the tale of desperate solitude. Oh, how lonely the poor human is.