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 XVII
Added on May 30, 2014:
God, help me to never forget the three hundred souls, faces upon faces forever watching from the memorial altar in Ansan. What little was left of Korea’s social trust has been trampled to dust…