Have I ever shared with you my favorite poem in all of literature? It's quite famous and old, but it never rings less true and never fails to inspire:
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
Meditation 17
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
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