Years ago I read a story in Sojourners magazine about a woman from a small village in Africa who was visiting a big city in America. She was baffled by indoor plumbing and asked where the town’s well was. Her host explained that the city didn’t have a well and that water came directly to people’s homes through underground pipes. The woman was aghast. “But then how do you know what’s going on each others’ lives?” she asked.
If I had been there I would have said that while we don’t have a central well to gather around nowadays, we create wells all the time.