Everyone I know craves community so badly, the minute it seems to exist it is savored to death, framed into a vignette and preserved for memory.

Nobody seems able to make these little scenes endure or even repeat.

We blame our wills.

Is it our wills?

My opinion: Until we clarify our understanding of individuality and community and come to general agreement on ends, our debates around means will be fruitless and we will only dream of community.