Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee
Meditation #17 By John Donne From Devotions upon Emergent Occasions (1623), XVII: Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris (Now this bell, tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.) You might think my morning meditation a morbid one, as it seems to be focused much on dying. Certainly, in America, we love to maintain the myth of eternal youth. Men, during their mid-life crisis, divorce their wives and marry one half their age. Women, are encouraged to Botox, facelift, and fill any wrinkle - lest they surrender to the inevitable aging we all encounter. In those days when we lived in small villages, it was hard to ignore the tolling of the church bell. It's ringing was loud enough to pierce any veil of ignorance. It said clearly "we all must die". Death is an inevitability, but - unfortunately - living seems to be optional. So many of us, lemming-like, merge onto the freeway every morning with all of our peers. We park in the same spot. We drink the s...