Loneliness envelops the person that has been rejected. Light shines dimly from their eyes. The gathering of their soul mocks the ability to breathe. Oh, rejection, I’ve known it well. What is abuse if not the severest form of rejection? Even Jesus cried out on the cross, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me.” Pain leaves you disabled on the side of the road. The folks that happen by cannot see the degradation of your soul. It is relieved only through suffering. Suffering is the duty of the wise.