What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.
There is an initial modesty in Liberalism. Liberalism was not originally a doctrine of "man is the king. " No, it was a very modest attempt to build a space where people could live together without slaughtering one another.