{"id":1320,"date":"2006-02-09T20:38:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-10T03:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2006\/02\/09\/for-inspiration-and-understanding\/"},"modified":"2006-02-09T20:38:00","modified_gmt":"2006-02-10T03:38:00","slug":"for-inspiration-and-understanding","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2006\/02\/09\/for-inspiration-and-understanding\/","title":{"rendered":"For inspiration and understanding"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In high school we were forced to read Hemingway.  I hated it.  I thought (and still think) that he is a misogynist, somewhat trite author, and a bit of a bore (although I&#8217;ll give him a little redemption for Old Man and the Sea).  However, a poem in the forward to one of his books  struck me.   For years it was plastered to my bedroom wall, showing up in Grandma Betty&#8217;s and following me to my college dorm.  Somewhere along the way, the paper and the poem disappeared, and honestly, I had not thought about it in years.<\/p>\n<p>I came across it yesterday and immediately copied it in my notebook.  Looking back to it, I can&#8217;t help but think that these words had somehow sunk into my subconscious, subtly shaping my thoughts and experiences over the years.    If someone asks for a reason I am in my chosen field, or the why for where my passions lie, I think that these words sum up the answer better than anything I could muster&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">No man is an island, <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">   entire of itself; <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">everyman is a piece of the Continent, <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">  A part of the Main;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Any man&#8217;s death diminishes me, <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">  Because I am involved in Mankind;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">and therefore never send to know <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">  for whom the bell tolls;<\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">It tolls for thee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>John Donne, Devotions, XVII<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In high school we were forced to read Hemingway. I hated it. I thought (and still think) that he is a misogynist, somewhat trite author, and a bit of a bore (although I&#8217;ll give him a little redemption for Old Man and the Sea). However, a poem in the forward to one of his books [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1320"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1320"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1320\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1320"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1320"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1320"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}