Why does grief vociferate some such way even at a bright midday? One answer may be: Because you’re gazing at the world below as if you are placed at the throne of loneliness in that very outer space. Time eternal plays with your stretch of twine like a cat. It says: Humankind! You cannot reach absolute truth! There is at all times some part that is left over. And that part always seems to contain our loneliness in the here and now. For some, this inflammation, this heartache, can only be cooled down by the sincerity of faith and belief. For in the presence of our Creator, as for others the Mother Nature, we are just a naught, just a dust in the wind. We are a brief light that is abandoned to our eternal friend, loneliness. Unless we get to know ourselves well enough, how could we understand the reality of others? Of course, in the twilight of our spirit, they then become ordinary, commonplace, and small-time. Heartache is an outcry of loneliness, which wants to decry finitude. Yet, it can only prove how limited and temporal we are in the overall scheme of things we call life.