A PART OF THE MAIN

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 friends 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 bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

John Donne, Meditation XVII

English clergyman & poet (1572 - 1631)

 

Okay so that's a little over the top to explain a poor disjointed composition of random rocks and people.

Somehow, though, they are all connected, all part of the main.