He knew how alone he was but he could see

"He looked across the sea and knew how alone he was now. But he could see the prisms in the deep dark water and the line streching ahead and the strange undulation of the calm. The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea."

Ernest Hemingway in "The Old Man and the Sea"

Talvez o estar sozinho tenha um pouco de falta de vista. Falta de ver tudo o que nos rodeia e não só os espaços vazios daquilo que não temos. Tenho de aprender a olhar para os sítios certos.