No man is an Island intire of it self  every man is a peece of the Continent  a part of the maine  if a Clod be washed away by the sea  Europe is the lesse  as well as if a Promontorie were  as well as if a manor of thy friends or thine own were. Any man's 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
loneliness