john donne on men and islands (or something like that)

pont du hoc, france- summer 2013

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. 

-John Donne

I know, I KNOW, that I shared a line of this in a recent post, but it truly is one of my favorite groups of words out there. It speaks to me. And I realized that I have not shared it on here yet; so here ya go, pals.

all my love,

HAD