Both the mystics and the minds of science have
insisted that the species Sapiens must co-operate
or else perish its way into blackest oblivion.
I wholeheartedly agree – but what if one, by mere
stroke of luck or circumstance, is unable to be
a stable and permanent part of club or community?
He/she can bear the paralysing chill of loneliness
in their bones with the hope that when the social
season does come it will be happy and genuinely so.
Because the warmth of camaraderie so arduously
attained, so dearly bought will not be taken for
granted. Will be, rather, treasured in perpetuity.