Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.–Paul Tillich (1886 – 1965)
Solitude, glorious? That's weak consolation in dark isolation, dying, diseased. Solitude, glorious when expected to end. Come, let us not pretend we don't suffer.