Olivier gave a very interesting presentation this morning. Part of it included how the internet helps to build micro-communities. With that I mind, I'd like to recommend my favorite book on the need for community, Kurt Vonnegut's Slapstick: Or Lonesome No More!.
But, because of the sorts of minds we were given at birth, and inspite of their disorderlinesss, Bernard and I belong to artificially extended families which allows us to claim relatives all over the world.
He is a brother to scientists everywhere. I am a brother to writers everywhere.
This is amusing and comforting to both of us. It is nice.
It is lucky, too, for human beings need all the the relatives they can get--as possible donors or receivers not necessarily of love, but of common decency.