Each and every one of us.

We are all alone.

We are all lovely.

We are all tarnished.

We are all transient.

Even staying in one place we are transient. Always changing. Shifting, from a to b, c to d. We've all been in places we didn't want to be, and said things we haven't meant; a dirty sort of shame. Yet we're all a statement of desire, speaking to each in their own turn. And alone. Always we're alone.

Alone isn't always bad, though. Really. Obviously it's not the most comfortable cloak, but if you wear it right, you'll stay warm. If you're strong. And if you dare to hope, that warmth will last forever.

This has been a message of inspiration from your friends at Yoplait.