ANY MAN'S DEATH DIMINISHES ME...

November 15, 2012

The news today has been pretty depressing. More climate madness; intensified hostilities in the Middle East; Russia sleepwalking into a dictatorship; the economic downturn spreading like the plague... Even the trains can't seem to be able to run on time any more! Someone with a clapper-board needs to shout: "CUT! This just won't do!" Let's take another shot; without all the crap this time!" He or she had better hurry, or we are going to end up with a real mess on our hands...

"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 bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans 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
From Meditation 17