There isn’t exactly a name or space for this quality in our social script, either. One story of modern history is the story of people fleeing and shedding tedious or harmful relationships in increasingly more intimate layers. The freedom to do this is essential, as a baseline requirement for human wellbeing. But it’s as if in our launch toward individuation, we overshot. The narratives that powered our flight are still flinging us forward, and we can’t figure out how to get back to each other again.