The first response is a furrowed brow, and that half-turn of the head which usually indicates skepticism, if not fear. “You mean… a cult? A band of hold-out hippies and drugs and loose morals?”

I suppose it could be any of the above; but it is not. In a world where most of us are trying to get by, trying to find and hold on to a job, to grow in our professions, and to finance the needs of our family, where we live and who we live with is often dictated as much as it is chosen. Or: given some fairly specific parameters within which we may make choices, we do the best we can. It’s generally good, or good enough.