We are very intriguing creatures, fumbling around in our social nets, trying to find some form of meaningful connections with the ones we meet.
We seek places – enclaves in the grand scheme of Society, where we fit in, where we feel like we belong, and where we can rest. Some of these are tiny burrows, with just enough space for two or three. These tight crevices are the most sincere, forged through an intense connection of individuals.
For most others, the spaces are much larger. Grand corridors, hallways with potted flowers hanging from gallic windows, a fountain, polished marble floors, ornate staircases, winding up, and a banquet spread in the dining hall. Yet, they have giant ramparts fitted with the teeth of swords and pikes, vehemently keeping out those who do not belong there.
Places. We all look for places in our lives. Some of us want the castles. Some are happy with the crevasses. What then, when you don’t have one of your own?
Musings of a Raven 