No Man is an Island
“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 if a manor of thy friend's
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.” John Donne
Is the opacity of walls and doors an illusion that make us think that we are not connected to one another and that whatever goes on “behind closed doors” is not our business?
It seems to me that the world belief is just that, but are we kidding ourselves and is this belief necessary for us to justify the lack of support, charity and kindness that we should show to others?
Privacy is of course, a very important idea and a necessary one, but metaphorically speaking, if all the walls came crashing down, then it would be much more difficult for evil deeds to be inconspicuous.
I recall when I was a younger woman, my mom would insist that I do a monthly breast examination. She was adamant that I make it a regular habit to ensure that anything my body did not need was not manifesting.
Today, medical professionals encourage us to get regular physical examinations. This kind of prophylactic thinking is advocated in order to avoid having to deal with a more complicated problem later.
I agree with taking a proactive position when it comes to taking care of ourselves, but I also believe that this needs to be applied to our mental health, because without a healthy perspective and outlook we leave ourselves vulnerable to harmful manifestations.
Change Part II
*ALERT SPOILER AHEAD*
Pleasantville is a fantasy comedy film based upon two teenagers who go back in time during the 1950’s where their more modern day mentality begins to effect and influence the mundane atmosphere in the town called Pleasantville. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120789/
This movie meant more to me than just a visit back in time to the way things used to be in the 1950’s. It offers a view of how resistant people can be to change and the division it creates when fear strikes at the heart of ordinariness.
During one of my monthly visits to my hairdresser, we ended up conversing about cultural influences and traditions.
He’s a “southerner,” I’m from the Arabic culture, and my best friend, who was with me that day, is Italian.
There was woman in the salon who began talking to my best friend – well it was really more like flirting with him – and after she left, my hairdresser, Mr. Southerner, commented that it seemed as though she really liked Mr. Italian. I concurred and explained that wherever we go, he always seems to attract someone. Mr. Southerner said, “I can see why.”