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An Esoteric Art
I have a master's, a Ph.D., and two ancillary degrees In Loneliness. Oh, to be sure, I'm an expert in the field. I know my subject matter, upside down, inside out, sideways. You might even say I'm a sage, a guru, a mahatma. But you're wondering, perhaps, What all the wisdom implicit in my education entitles me to, What opportunities have opened up to me, What enlightenment I've ultimately derived, As a result of my rigorous, intimate discourse with loneliness. Should you need me to satisfy your curiosity, Your own wish to delve into my specialty, Let me tell you this: Loneliness is an esoteric art, best dealt with one-on-one, Between you and your dark heart, And unless there's a necessity to know more about this topic, A reason crucial to your survival, don't pursue it. Surely you've heard of Pandora's box. Even if not, just consider me a freak, and leave it at that. Probing loneliness is self-consuming — suicide.
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