It saddens me to know there will be people killed tonight while I sleep. In Syria and elsewhere around the world. It saddens me to know that I am not moved enough about this.
Then this forgotten poem comes to my mind from John Donne
No Man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of a continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner 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.
Then this forgotten poem comes to my mind from John Donne
No Man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of a continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner 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.
