November 4th, in the AM, At a cellular level, An atom in the innerspace
I am my own island, I am the whole island in its entirety it encompasses me, and only me, we are all not connected, not being small pieces of a continent as a part of the main. At a cellular level we are apart, as we rotate and push and pull at each other we are not connected at all, we are not even close to each other, but we swim in our own sea of vast nothingness, bewildered and bemused, and most certainly alone, far away from the other atoms, protons and neutrons, we could not care less if one of our neighboring atoms, falls from grace, or gets swept away by a tidal wave of quarks, or attacked by the army's of anti mater, it does not diminish me, or make less from the whole that i am, as i am not involved in the wickedness that is mankind, and therefore, never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it doesn't toll for me.
