Human minds are originally unwritten and each develops uniquely. Thus each human life (like the universe itself) contains unlimited potential for developmental variation. The mind is a microcosm, its thoughts the DNA. Minds which hold some appeal to the common denominator are consumed by the masses and prosper, while those which stray too far from the norm are be considered mutations.

The Artist, for example, is a beautifully tragic freak floating above the ambient level of awareness. Misunderstood, even to himself, and all too aware of it. Unhappy and quick to escapism, mania, and suicide. Wholly unfit for the world.