“The longing for home is woven into the fabric of our lives and is profoundly effected by our inescapable connection to places, persons, and principles: the incremental parts of community.” Jonathan Jelliston
“The nomad spirit of modernity has dashed the integrity of community—but not the deep need for it.” Harold Beekser
There is no place like home. Of joy, of peace, of plenty, where supporting and supported, dear souls mingle into the blissful hubbub of daily life. No matter how benevolent, no matter how philanthropic, and no matter how altruistic some social or cultural alternative may be, it can never hope to match the personal intimacy of domestic relations. Except in the rare and extreme cases where strife and bitterness have completely disintegrated familial identity, there is no replacement for the close ties of brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, husbands and wives, parents and children, aunts and uncles, kith and kin. Though under siege in our day, domesticity has always been recognized as the glue that holds men and nations, cultures and communities together—and ever it shall be.