Thoughts on Ukraine

No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe;

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 Manor 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.

John Donne