I am lonely, and I don’t like the feeling of it. It is a terrible feeling because I don’t know what to do with it. It has suddenly come upon me, and I am caught in it, so I run away from it. I begin to talk, look at a newspaper, turn on the radio, go to church, amuse myself in many different ways. This escape from loneliness creates conflict – the fact is there, and I am running away from it. The flight from it is fear. There is no fear when I look at it – it is only there when I move away from it, and I am used to that.