"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 friends 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
Friday, March 26, 2010
One soul Base, defiled Poured into The fires of Redemption
Pain, death, hate and fear Filthy, useless ashes Fall away, leaving Gold