This is a deeply profound work of approachable contemporary philosophy pulling at the taproot of human existence, from our primordial beginnings to (most likely) the ever-after. Being a Russian-blooded INFP makes such a topic easily embraceable, so there could be a bias applied here; however, as Mijuskovic carves out beautifully as his thesis spanning multiple works across many decades,
"[A]ll men are activated by a fear of aloneness or loneliness--and that consequently every human thought, passion, and action derives from this one original, ubiquitous source, or fund, of frightened, psychic energy."
While he never mentions it in this work explicitly, the use of "men" for humanity is noticeable, and one could easily surmise why his focus is on the male half of the species if you think about the history of homo sapiens in a macro-view. It should also be mentioned that I read the third edition, published in 2012, while his psychological leanings don't go far beyond Behavioralism (which I'm a huge supporter of, despite current trends to downplay the "animal" aspects of humanity. I mean do people "rut" because of Freudian-defined primal urges, or are those primal urges a result of an ubiquitous, abyssal loneliness at the core of a psyche? Such the same question with any addiction, to attempt to escape the "monadic prison" of desolate loneliness by any means available). That said, this is almost strictly examined through a Greco-Roman-Christian, Euro-centric lens, and it is especially interesting to compare "Eastern thought" as counterpoint to the entire endeavor.
From ancient "pagan" mythologies to modern psychiatry, the book examines and artfully explores the fundamental facet of mortal existence. Why, today, are people so addicted to their phones? Why do convicts in solitary confinement go insane? Why do people cheat, or even think about affairs, on their significant others? Why do so many choose suicide over painful existence? Why is the concept of death so scary to Westerners? The thread through all of this, the Occam's razor if you will, is deep loneliness in which things, be them new relationships or distracting gadgetry, religions or sports fanaticism, distractions and addictions (all addictions begin as distractions, right?) offset temporarily, and in which--quite existentially--such things as sexual orgasms, drug-induced nirvana, and religious ecstasy mollify in the most ephemeral and blissful of instances. But that's the thing, they are ephemeral. The overwhelming undercurrent within the sea of life is feeling, on a terribly subconscious level, alone.
While in my psychology program studying trauma in all its facets, I stumbled upon an interesting article where the author's main theory was that the very act of childbirth was traumatic, and hence, we are all born (to some degree) traumatized. What if that same theory was applied here? What if the very act of exploding from the envelope of mothers, that abrupt transition from the warm, watery, safe world of the womb to the harsh, bright, loud and pungent environ of Earth is, in fact, the cause of this ever-present sense of loneliness? Possibly even at the cellular level.
This book is not meant to be a depressing read. It should be uplifting to understand how every single thing we do is a means of ridding ourselves of this loneliness, and Mijuskovic clearly states that friendships--true, meaningful friendships--are the best bandage to our metapsychological wound. In the words of C. Moustakas in Loneliness:
"Loneliness is a condition of human life, an experience of being human which enables the individual to sustain, extend and deepen his humanity. Man is ultimately and forever lonely whether his loneliness is is the exquisite pain of the individual living in isolation or illness, the sense of a absence caused by a loved one's death, or piercing joy experienced in triumphant creation. I believe it is necessary for every person to recognize his loneliness, to become intensely aware that, ultimately, in every fibre of his being, man is alone--terribly, utterly alone. Efforts to overcome or escape the existential experience of loneliness can result only in self-alienation. When man is removed from a fundamental truth of his life, loneliness of individual existence, he shuts himself off from one significant avenue of his own self-growth."
Of course a more pessimistic view, from James Howard's The Flesh-Colored Cage, is:
"Each of us exists within his unique epidermal envelope as a separate thing. No other person can enter that envelope, nor can any of us escape from it. We are born in that enclosure, exist within it, and will wear it as our funeral shroud."
Either way, Mijuskovic cracks open the seal on a fascinating vault which, to me, leads into the light of true metaphysical/metapsychological awareness.