I am convinced that living in an enclave shapes the personality, and living alone shapes the personality too.

The natural response of the old-timers is to build a strong moral wall against the outside. This is where the world starts to be painted in black and white, saints inside, and sinners outside the wall.

Hierarchy is is much reviled in the present day.

Real equality is immensely difficult to achieve, it needs continual revision and monitoring of distributions. And it does not provide buffers between members, so they are continually colliding or frustrating each other.

If people want to compete for leadership of a religious group, they can compete in piety. A chilling thought. Or funny.

The human body is always treated as an image of society.

Enclave life becomes very tense, Even when they do elect a leader, the factions remain, with the threat of splitting off.