"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."

John Donne


La muerte irrumpe, desgarra, cambia todo. Sin embargo no hay motivo de odiarla, de reclamarle nada. Solamente quien nunca piensa en esa posibilidad puede sentirse engañado por la vida o por dios. Eso no quita el sentimiento de dolor, de impotencia o de desconcierto.