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For Whom the Bell Tolls
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
I believe Donne is saying that with every death, humanity loses a piece of itself. That every death affects us because we are part of each other. It's hard to see this in a practical sense. After-all, if a person in another country dies and I do not know them or know of them, how does that affect me? I believe it's more of a spiritual sense. The human spirit is vast and wide and changes from person to person. The collective spirit of humanity is always killed and reborn as a phoenix. Every death does chip away a part of us. But every birth, every act of humanity or kindness to each other replenishes what we have lost. Not replace it but helps it grow for the better.
Have a great day!