We were of no significance that anyone would inquire after our condition; we attained this distinction only in the turmoil of consciousness.
The poet gently observes that in the ordinary run of the world, they were too insignificant for anyone to ever ask after their well-being. Yet, a bittersweet dignity came through the turmoil of awakening—the agony of truly understanding life's harsh truths set them apart from the indifferent crowd. It reminds us that deep consciousness, though it brings loneliness and a storm of restlessness, ultimately grants an individual a profound and rare distinction.
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