No Man Is An Island ——John Donne
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 any manner 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.
It is long time to excape the world, I lose the control of my real life. I am staying on the bed, like an island. Baby kittens are like tornadoes, they are coming so fast I can not catch them.
I can not catch the time either.
And life, And hope. And so on…