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This is our home now.
Once upon their time, the singles were here in large numbers—loud, heavy-footed, over-enthusiastic, like the pets they called puppies. Laughing, loving, cowed, despairing. All manner of responses gathered here. All of them still individual at the end of their day. All of them earnest with their desire for community and salvation and belonging.
When that lay beneath their feet all the time.
They understood procreation: they understood family. Respect and devotion was practised hard, instead of it flowing naturally, as it does now, without even conscious intention.
They were well-meaning, at least most of them. They tended to both physical and emotional needs, never realising the unmeasurable, unattainable task in hand. Balance was always something they sought, not relaxed into, not subsumed by.
They needed to study us more carefully.