Only a whisper...

There was a dream that was Rome. I can only whisper of it now. Anything more than a whisper and the dream vanishes. It's so... fragile. The true glory of Rome is in a very fragile idea. Imagine a place devoted to the rights of the citizen. Where every free man has a voice. That was the dream... And I fear it will not survive the winter.
--Gladiator

I think this describes our conversations. Each of us is careful to shout our dreams or even surrender to them. But at this point, we need to examine how this "dream" fits into a realistic transistion. Which city is going to partner with us? What must we do to provide for our families? Or how do we find meaning in potentially temporary jobs while actively pursuing the "third place"?
It is time to develop this whisper among us. Soon we will need to be able to talk about it and share its hope with others. Let's focus on the dream. How does community embody it? What about this dream can be applicable to multiple cities and people? The beliefs and vitals are important, now we must shape/define what "it" is in a transferable way.