Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
All religion my friend is simply evolved out of fraud fear greed imagination and poetry.
