It rained today; enticing me to delve into the philosophical space.I was gazing through the dampened bus window.As the rain drops seeped over the scene of fleeting landscape,I suddenly remembered this line.
Mostly remembered as the title of the popular book by Earnest Hemingway,my reason of admiration for this phrase comes from the primeval reason- the philosophy behind this sentence.
I quote here the piece of writing in the original words used by Donne.I find the description very sublime,compassionate and soothing.
“For Whom the Bell Tolls?”
“No man is an Iland, 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 thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.”
– Devotions upon Emergent Occasions(Meditation XVII) by John Donne,1664.