Not me dipping

Angry and depressed by a VoteLeave leaflet on my doormat when I got home from work I jumped on my bike and went down to the lake. I know Donne's poem has, appropriately, cropped up quite a bit recently but it felt like the one I wanted to post tonight. It was read by the vicar at my dad's funeral and from both a political and a personal point of view it speaks of some of the complexity of attachment. I've hated all the media coverage and the whole thing frankly and have largely switched off to it  - it is entirely value based as far as I am concerned.

No Man is an Island - John Donne

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.