I wondered whether

we might commune with those who experience
utter loneliness
by ourselves experiencing it,
like monks rising in the night
to pray for the sleepless.
Or is it of the nature of being
utterly alone
that when one experiences it
one communes with no one?

Sometimes Philosophers Wax Poetical Too

Korsgaard on the idea that emotions are perceptions of reasons:

'I want to emphasize a feature of perception that philosophers do not always attend to: namely, that it is not just a way of knowing, not just an epistemic state, but a way of being in the presence of its object. For I think that is why we place a high value on the emotions, even the negative emotions, and feel that we aren't really alive unless we feel them. To have an emotion is to stand in the presence of a normative fact: to feel fear is to stand in the presence of the dangerousness of danger; to feel grief is to stand in the presence of the infinite loss of death.'