Buddy Language

It seems to be a universal human constant. People on their feet gather in circles, facing in, their backs to the world.

Is that because the gathered can see over each other's shoulders, outward in all directions, and so cover each other's backs? Overwrought. The usual tactic is circling the wagons, like musk oxen, back to back and facing out.

Do they feel that by ignoring the savage and inconstant world, it will go away? Even without a center, with no speaker, facing in toward each other does seem to be a reaction to disturbing news.

Why does the Tetrarchs' fearful group hug seem so armed and dangerously laughable? Because we face in? Because like a living thing, counsel rises from our midst...?