Lonely man is free. How many people do touch holiness most easily by plumbing the depths of our basic isolation from all other things. I will continue a bit with words from Soloveitchik, because he describes so poignantly the choice of life in the face of death, and because many here today are smarting still from the loss of a dear one. He is in a mood to question our entire axiological universe. The house is empty, dreary, every piece of furniture reminds the mourner of the beloved person he has buried.
Every corner is full of memories.
I have no right to judge. However, I know of people who have attempted to perform this greatest of all miracles. This leap is certainly heroic. It takes no existentialist to remind us that what we call living is really dying. I was not morbid, I was not consumed by this, my work, even while vacationing, I was blessed to make a connection.