Here is a very big place and the only place ... where you can never feel lonely, not really.

And everybody knows that there is no better place to feel happy-alone than in a cave. Which is also the best place to read a book. Which is also a kind of cave.

And I thought about how love is simply the solitary light between people, neither partitioned nor merged but shared, to light up the sliver of spacetime we have each been allotted before returning our borrowed stardust to the universe.