Exile of Isolation

I may feel alone, but I am not alone. By that I mean I am not alone in my aloneness.
I am not as different as I may like to think. My isolation is shared by many. We are a generation where vast numbers of us walk anonymously among the throngs. Frenzied activity experienced by many, shared by few.
Key for me is acknowledging that what I thought was unique to me and increased my distance from others, ironically could be the very point of connection that could draw me closer to others.
The itinerent who reaches over and touches those he meets along the way. In those touches binding himself with unseen cords in a web of connection no building could contain, no language could categorize, no power could threaten, no organization could encompass.
My own exile notwithstanding, the promised land could be as close as the reach of one's fingertips.