From Jonne Donne’s “Meditation XVII“:
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 bells tolls; it tolls for thee.
They coalesce. Converge. Mingle. Schmooze. They present. Enlighten. Ramble. Joke. No one laughs. They ask questions. Criticize. Compliment. Contest. Tastes differ. They react. Adapt. Adjust. Amend. New problems emerge. No time to sleep or meditate. The conference ends. They leave.