?Community? is one of those words that feels good: it is good ?to have a community?, ?to be in a community?. And ?community? feels good because of the meanings which the word conveys, all of them promising pleasures, and more often than not the kind of pleasures which we would like to experience but seem to miss. ?Community? conveys the image of a warm and comfortable place, like a fireplace at which we warm our hands on a frosty day. Out there, in the street, all sorts of dangers lie in ambush; in here, in the community, we can relax and feel safe. ?Community? stands for the kind of world which we long to inhabit but which is not, regrettably, available to us. Today ?community? is another name for paradise lost – but for a paradise which we still hope to find, as we feverishly search for the roads that may lead us there. But there is a price to be paid for the privilege of being in a community. Community promises security but seems to deprive us of freedom, of the right...