“No Man Is an Island”

Someone said, under applause, “no man is an island”. Very beautiful, very beautiful… But, unfortunately, the statement is false: there are, yes, island-men—and the most diverse. It is true: there is an impulse in man that drives him to social interaction; an impulse, however, that can be annihilated with time. The years go by, personalities consolidate, interests separate rather than unite—sometimes opening an impassable vacuum between man and his environment. It is not correct to say that there is a sense of belonging common to all men, just as it is not correct to assume that all men find affinities. Thus, it is natural that there are men who become islands, either by force or by volition. There are those who, out of defense, wear a social mask—although accessible, they are in essence impenetrable islands;—there are also those whose outward appearance leaves no room for doubt. Finally, in order not to be an island, it is enough not to repress the very natural gregarious impulse; but this, at a given moment, is only one of the possible choices…