Naturally

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
-Sylvia Plath

We are not alone, but yet, we are profoundly lonely as all man are. Yes its the loneliness of the soul, the soul in which lives eternally. There lies the paradox of how "To live is to die".

Then what fills ourselves. What consumes our soul wholly and completely, till we suffocate from it. And at that, can we call it love? Love that fills the void. We cant say that love brings us suffering. The yearning for it does. The yearning to fill this void that is loneliness, of the soul.

But only he is able to provide. Only God is worthy, for he is the master of the ship, the captain of my soul.