Abandoned as already dead, one more body in a stack of corpses, And not so much as a gravestone—
I'm a black hole in oblivion. Psalm 88:4-5 (MSG)
The road of life has as many dark valleys as hilltop vistas, and every wayfarer through life will walk through his share of them. Everyone gets the blues. One of the major symptoms of a bad case of the blues is the sense that you are utterly alone. When you've got it bad, you are convinced that you alone know this depth of isolation, pain, and suffering. "Just one more body in a stack of corpses."
Psalm 88 is an ancient blues tune.
I love blues music. Not only does it move both your heart and your feet, but it's a place where you can find companionship and camaraderie in the midst of your your own personal struggle. Two are better than one, we're told in the book of Ecclesiastes, because you have someone to, at the very least, help keep you warm in the cold. The blues give us an antidote for that feeling of isolation in our pain. Someone else has been to a dark place like the place I'm in, and they wrote a song about it.
Everyone needs a good dose of blues music now and then, just to help keep us company on tough stretches of the sojourn.