There is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain.
The image that fiction presents is purged of the distractions, confusions and accidents of ordinary life.
I reckon I am a smart aleck, but it is just a way to pass the time.
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.
If you are an idealist, it does not matter what you do or what goes on around you because it isn't real anyway.
There is no country but the heart.