No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe: every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friend's or of thine owne were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
(Reading Hemingway and feeling introspective)
All my love,
Michelle