If modernity is a project founded on alienation, and our animating yearning is to find our way home, what is the nature of the home to which we are longing to return? We invite you to consider that the marrow of our bones yearns for a village.
Odysseus has himself lashed to the mast of the ship with beeswax in his ears to resist the call of the Sirens
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