It is the humanity of the individual. This creature is more of an endangered species than those protected and preserved by the EPA. The unit of mankind must be hunted out, like game, for he hides in odd places. He is invisible because he is not of the herd. He can't be seen scampering with his fellows to safety over dangerous terrain. He is a loner. Every thought comes to him like a revelation. He does not borrow ideas or words. He deals with you man to man. And he hides, not out of fear, or at least the fear of being eaten alive, but for fear of being classified. The classified is the ossified. To be classified is to be safe, as safe as dinosaur bones. Again, I am not speaking of physical safety. There is a kind of animal warmth shared by those who think alike, dress alike, speak alike. In the winter of life's struggle, this warmth saves from death by exposure. Huddle in bulk – think in bulk, speak in bulk, move in bulk – and one need never be cold, only callous.
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