There is something deceptively awful about being anonymous.
It looks awesome from a distance. It feels great, in terms of what it makes you believe you can get away with. It allows you to be someone different than who you really are.
The big city, a road-trip, Las Vegas all beg anonymity.
It's not that these things should never be experienced. But life without a community is not life and it feeds all the wrong things in us. It does not hold us accountable to the better parts of who we are. A town. A family. A frequented barbershop. A church. A circle of good friends. All stain us in some way, but all can also root us to who we are...by giving us identity, sharedness, forgiveness, humanity.
We should be wary of the wiles of being anonymous.
