Strangely, perhaps as we self-isolate, we begin to remember that we are one.
Some distant memory re-awakened, we may hear John Donne’s famous poem afresh.
No Man is an Island
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 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
John Donne 17th century
