Neighbors turn up at the widow’s door each with a meal and a hug. A barn burns down, and friends help build a new one. Food pantries are filled, shelter is offered for the homeless, clothing for the naked and shivering.
Neighbors do this, in love and caring. No law was passed, no tax was collected, no agency was created, to force them to help the grieving, the poor, the hungry, the homeless. The need was there, and so they filled it.
We didn’t even need to call it the Commonwealth of Sirius 4, but people wanted to call it something. All it took was people noticing that we got along fine without someone telling us to get along fine.
Entry 32. Hard choices
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