The smallness of being one overwhelms me tonight.

That no matter how big the crowd I am and will be alone.

Ted sits alone out at the home; we will all sit in that seat of his; we all sit in that seat right now even as we deny it.

How do we face sitting alone? There is no one who has connection more than any other; we rant and scream, invent accessories to divert, turn attention from that that has no name; the enormity of being alone in this universe frightens the hell out of me.