It Is Far Less Lonely

It is far less lonely, for me to believe that if I talk to the universe, it is listening, it is far less lonely for me to believe that when I talk to the dead, their energy is out there in the universe listening to me, and it is far less lonely for me to believe that even I, as small and meaningless as I am, can somehow be connected with things as grand as stars and constellations and galaxies.
And maybe we aren't connected to anything, not even space dust, but what harm is there in believing myself to be part of the magic of the universe? After all, the only other option is to drown in the deep and impenetrable loneliness that consumes me.