Is holiness temporary loneliness?

Did not Christ tell us we must give up even mother, father, and friends?  It is temporary loneliness because as Christians; as attempters of virtue, we are alone in a world of natural men; in a world of slaves to baseness.

How many lived the disciplined life?  How many even attempt it?  How many have the will for it?  How many are able to avoid, have the strength, to disallow the boozy, gluttonous stench of modernity to seep into their pours?

None. Not one.

Christianity demands perfection -- a final cause that self-creators are incapable of -- and few have the strength to even attempt to live it.

The further I get in the spirtual life; the more I follow the One True example of Humanity; the more human I become, the lonelier I get.  The more I let the Spirit dominate the flesh, the less I have in common with my old friends; with my old ways; with natural men.

Out here on this perimeter there are few animals.  Out here there is the One.  Out here, there is temporary loneliness.  Loneliness until we realize the thing that is magis intimum.

I have not the strength for virtue, but He has it to give.  I need merely ask.  The road is rough and lonely, but the lashings are but temporary.  Tomorrow shall be ours.  Tomorrow shall be mine.  Look to that dawn; Ecce Homo!  Ecce Deus in essentia ipsius!

Knowledge may be temporary solitude; philosophy isolates those who think; Catholic theology puts the active follower on an island. It is temporary, though, as ours is a comedy.

We know the champion.  Ecce Homo! Behold Christ!