“No man is an Illand, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of they friends it if thine owne were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And there never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee” - John Donne
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