A life more ordinary.

The celebrations following the death of Osama Bin Laden, and especially some of the vitriol from media commentators reminded me of the piece of prose written in 1624 by John Donne:

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.