The ways in which individualistic societies try to manifest cultivistic attributes in their communities makes me strangely uncomfortable. The feeling is quite akin to drinking milk that has just spoiled. It appears to me as a need to stroke ones ego in an artificial sense of belonging somewhere. And instead of genuine moments of deep intimacy, all we have is a collection of fragmented, and distracted openness. Attacking symptoms of a felt need, society thinks it is making progress. When perhaps instead, it is creating grooves in inconvenient places (bad fengshui) and not healthy or beneficial for all, each, and One.