Always remember: as acutely painful and ghostly hollow as isolation may feel right now, it does not necessarily equate to — or have to equate to — loneliness. This crippling breathlessness will pass; this space-ship will eventually finish its orbit and return back to Earth (in such an analogy, will I be the single constant in the face of inevitable change?).
The end-point is never, and should never be, “love” — no one soul to pour into; there is no more place for that here. Make like the binary code and stand alone in a sea of 1s or lose yourself in the nothingness of the cavern 0.
My metaphors are getting mixed up.