We never met or corresponded with Mr. Lahiri but as John Donne wrote, “any man’s death diminishes me, for I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.”
We know there are deaths occurring around the world every second and our focus on this particular tragedy must seem strangely specific – especially for someone with whom we had no relationship other than the love of our wonderful art.
More likely we are moved to bring this to these pages because of the incredibly cruel and wicked response we saw on Twitter and other social media outlets. Perhaps there has always been a subset of our population that could see the death of someone as fodder for entertainment or their own self-aggrandizement. Before social media, however, we never met them or had to read their vitriol against someone they also likely never met.
Those that did meet Mr. Lahiri, however, feel his absence in their lives at this moment. There is no joy or entertainment in the event for them. He will be forever gone to them. A part of their lives on which they doubt relied, taken from them in a public way. Our prayers are with those who mourn his departure from their life, their days, and their shared enjoyment of this world.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.