The community of lovers. This romantic title that I have
given those pages, in which there is neither a shared relationship nor definite
lovers, is it not paradoxical? Certainly. But this paradox confirms perhaps the
extravagance of what one seeks to designate by the name community? At the onset there is need to distinguish—with whatever
difficulty—between traditional community and elective community. (The first is
imposed on us without or having the liberty of choice in the matter: it is de facto sociality, or the glorification
of the earth, of blood, or even of race. But what about the other? One calls it
elective in the sense that it exists only through a decision that gathers its
members around a choice without which it could not have taken place; is that
choice free? Or, at least, does that freedom suffice to express, to affirm the
sharing that is the truth of this community?)
The unavowable community, de Maurice Blanchot
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