There is something in the content of my character that finds me sympathetic to my fellow man most acutely when I am myself in the doldrums. If this speaks well or ill of me 'tis not mine to say. If you would be so kind, please say a prayer for the soul of Joi Smith: R.I.P.

"For Whom the Bell Tolls"
by John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.