Dusting off this piece of writing by John Donne, contemplating how fresh and relevant it is 400+ years later:
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 they friend’s or 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.”
In these times, what bell am I hearing in the distance, in my community, in my inner circle? What does it have to do with me? How do I respond?
It occurs to me... 