Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris

[SOteric]

No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. ... for all men are brothers and each man's death, by a death, diminishes me. Therefore send not to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

[GOPisEvil]

1. Yes, but if no man is an island...

...is no schizophrenic an archipelago? :7

[SOteric]

2. 'We'll' get back to you on that.

:hi:

[GOPisEvil]

4. Work it out amongst yourself!

:hi:

[leftist_rebel1569]

3. no, that would make a man

a pair of islands...

wait, that IS an archipelago...so, yes it would

[The Lone Liberal]

5. Wow that is heavy, what a day to give up grass.

:hippie:

[SOteric]

6. Yeah, I wanted to write something heavy

I keep reading posts from people today who want to know why they should care that someone died. It diminishes us as human beings to grow to a place where we don't care about the death of another.

:-) I guess some folks just see me as too much fun to pass up a chance to 'play' in spite of it all.

[GOPisEvil]

7. Some of us have "Hawkeye Pierce" syndrome...

...and you know what I mean by that. :-)

[ForrestGump]

11. We read nudist volleyball magazines?

http://www.vintagenudephotos.com/mags14.htm

[GOPisEvil]

12. No, no, no...no...

:-)

[The Lone Liberal]

13. International Journal of Sunbathing No. 9 looks like my 3rd grade teacher

that is my third grade teacher!

[ForrestGump]

16. Alas,

for me she was just the third-grade teacher of my dreams............ *sigh*

[The Lone Liberal]

8. Of course I agree with you.

As Whitehead said, we are all nothing more than glowing lights up on the web of reality. Connections--connected. we are all only six degrees separated.

[lastliberalintexas]

9. Thank you for such a beautiful post

Our compassion and empathy for our fellow humans should not depend upon them wearing the appropriate political label. Whether we mourn a death is not the issue, since we really only mourn for those with whom we are close. But to celebrate the death of any person is simply inhumane.

Thanks SOteric. :hi:

[The Lone Liberal]

14. Nobody loves you till you're gone

An old Bob Willis song, but it still resonates in pathos. It is like yesterday that I listened to him on that old Philco. The scratchy sound filling the night in that ranch house. Yes, we all live a defined existence then we fade away, just like that song, so long ago.

[lastliberalintexas]

15. I love Bob Wills!

Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys rule! From everything I have heard from my grandparents, he was an incredible entertainer. And his bands- almost any variation- were extremely talented. You gotta love a group that has included Merle Haggard, Leon McAuliffe, Tommy Duncan and Johnny Gimble!

Turkey, Texas (up in the panhandle) has a Bob Wills Festival every year in April. Wills moved there after spending most of his youth in East Texas. A definite American style of music, combining the music of the African-Americans he'd lived with and worked among in East Texas with the Big Band sound of Miller, Ellington, Dorsey et. al. and the country music of the hills and the plains. Such a talent.

And I always loved the fact that he told Pappy to kiss his rear and bucked the system to hire "jailbirds" despite the censure from the oh so moral public and critics! Yet another rebel from my sometimes wonderful state!

on edit- Oh yeah, and he was another Texas rebel to "hide out" in Oklahoma after his run ins with the law (ie, Pappy)!

[SOteric]

18. The words are by the 17th Century poet John Donne.

But the words have laced themselves into the tapestry of our cultural literacy.

[TXlib]

10. Whoa, that's pretty deep.

[short bus president]

17. "Klaatu Barata Nikto"

[SOteric]

19. We've long suspected

you were an alien.

[ForrestGump]

20. Om namah shivaya

Jai guru deva

[primavera]

21. I always kind of liked the original language...

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.

- John Donne