One in a community or a community or a community A Community speaks: Bataille tells us it is in death we find our people interchangeable. In death we reveal their individuality. Why should that collection of us, that star dust bound in that shape, deserve to be remembered, the sand asks me, observing, sighing by, caught in a flick of wind and it's gone.

A Community speaks: Glissant asks can we be in relation to each other, un-barred unbowed by grounding, existent outside of a time. Let opposition be left in two dimensions, advance, expand, grow. Become 3. Can there be an us without a them?

A Community speaks, asks: how do I grow when you defined me to be a thing. Is that thing meant to be, to change and grow? How do I change when I exist only as a definition? If I am outside of you, and you are outside of me, who gets to say what I am? Who chooses fascism? Who chooses fear.

Was I stronger when I was a community bounded by fear? Prohibitions, customs, duties and dues? Exist. Live: My first commandment. There was no qualifier. No but. If you wanted me to die, I should have been a 100-year project. A 50-year project. A 10-year project. If you wanted me to die, you should have told me when I would die when I was born.