We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I see the Farmer mentioned heading off to Taize, which I have visited but I never could find words adequate to describe the experience. (I haven't met The Farmer, but I cannot picture him at Taize.) What I can recommend is their music. Here's one review from Amazon from a Mr. A. Hogan, an articulate fellow from Brooklyn:
Hyperbole notwithstanding, this is simply the purest prayer available in recording in the Western tradition (outside of Gregorian or Ambrosian Chant and Orthodox Chant). Taize, dubbed by JOHN XXIII (of blessed memory) as "that little springtime" has been re-connecting young people for 50 years to the sacred simplicity of early Christianity with its emphasis on prayer, hospitality and commonality. These songs here, very simple phrases repeated over and again, are meditative and achingly beautiful. From the opening BLESS THE LORD to the final stirring notes of cantante domino, this is deeply moving and almost pure in its essence. If music can improve a person, this will. Humbling.