Society (n.) is not so much a thing as a process, indistinguishable from life itself: that nobody exists without a mother and a father is already society.
Society (n.) is a tacit conspiracy to hush up three things: that our game is not serious, that enemies are friends, and that good thrives on evil.
Society (n.) is always insecure, and therefore hostile to anyone who challenges its conventions head-on.
Society (n.) is our extended mind and body — and it uses all its irresistible force to persuade each of us that we are separate from it.
Society (n.) as we know it plays a game with self-contradictory rules: the better it convinces us we are independent, the harder it is to get us to cooperate.
Society (n.) has for centuries consisted of people so deluded by words as to believe there is a real choice between pleasure and pain, good and evil, God and Lucifer.