No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.
This is the last thing I read last night before going to
sleep and having the most horrendous nightmares. I don't
know if they were related but this morning both John
Donne and the dreams have caused the thought that our
security is not fragile, it is illusory.
This means that all we have is each other.
Let's stick together. Are you in?