No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
Kim Walk was a friend of mine.
Now she has de-animated from this consciousness into the next. Energy is neither lost, or gained according to present understanding in physics, E=MC2 reminds us that every particle of matter (including you and me) is energy in a slower form,
Her change from physical to spiritual will sadden so many of what my best friend, Ed Lutz, (1949-2005) lovingly referred to as the coterie. A loosely connected group of individuals who lived in the Corona, Norco, Riverside area. The two or three dozen members of this group, including myself, had personal relationships with this sometimes playful rascal as a friend. Kim was colorful, full of energy, compassionate, and loved by so many.