We raise our own kids with our own set of beliefs and stories. We grow old alone, with no meaning or purpose, just waiting for the end. This just increases the feeling of separateness, the feeling that life is hard, the feeling of hopelessness. And so we stop wondering what good we can do on this Earth; we stop fighting and we accept our given social obligation, that of feeding the machine of civilization, like wood feeds a fire, consuming itself.
But this was not always this way. Not so long ago, families were whole and supported each other through lean times, pain, and sickness; neighbors helped each other and shared what they could; villages provided a net of common understanding and beliefs; the greater environment provided for all needs. Everyone was connected and thus strengthened. There is no despair in a strong community.
And so it can be again.
Of course, the time when extended families will live again under the same roof may be some distance away in the future; we've grown to appreciate our privacy quite a bit. But we can still live close to each other and support each other in our daily lives. We can chop wood side by side, telling jokes. We can cook for a sick neighbor, bringing comfort. We can sit around the same fire and listen to stories told by ones who have seen many winters. We can share the bounties of our hunts. We can let children play together. We can celebrate events together. We can talk to each other and participate in each other's life. We can share our tools and knowledge. We can weave a set of shared values and beliefs.
We'd like to provide a space where this becomes reality. We'd probably start as strangers with a common goal to live sustainably, working side by side. We'd become friends by looking for common ground and setting our differences aside. We'd become family by forming a supportive social network for ourselves and our children. We'd become a tribe by nurturing formidable individual character in service of the whole.