Am making an exception to my ‘Sunday Sayings’ theme by saying something of my own first instead of just quoting chapter or verse. Disasters evoke feelings and opinions often follow ; I’m moved to comment.
With the usual rush to nominate a bogeyman, play politics, and manipulate emotions, the reportage of lives lost in the MH17 disaster is beginning to resemble a rather obscene peep show, whereby horror sometimes strays into the gratuitous. Repetitive reading or watching the news will not help me comprehend the numbers, absorb the exponential grief, or accept the awe-fullness that all these lives were destroyed, suddenly, horribly and without natural cause.
On whatever scale, loss of life is a reminder to live the days that we do have, without complaint or distraction. Just yesterday, we buried a family member. Having lost all her close family before the age of 21, she lived on into her eighties, and after a short illness, died in her own bed. This is how life ends for some – but not everyone.
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.
July 18th -Flight MH17 crashed in Ukraine with 298 people onboard. The plane was shot down by a missile.