NO MAN IS AN ISLAND
By. John Donne
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 friend’s 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.
By John Donne
There must be one hundred hours of meditation in this post .
It’s both tragic and joyful at the same time.