But are there no limits to the value of connections? After all, you might ask, if we are born alone and must die alone, then what lasting fundamental value can connection have?
Whenever I consider that question, I recall a comment a dying woman made in a therapy group:
"It's a pitch black night. I'm alone in my boat floating in the harbour. I see the lights of many other boats. I know I can't reach them, can't join with them. But how comforting it is to see all those other lights bobbing in the harbour."
Irvin D. Yalom
Staring at the Sun: Overcoming the Dread of Death