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You see me as inferior in contrast to your idea of "normal." But what is normal, but mediocre? Is that what you want from our life?

Who would you be if you'd then devoted the impossible time and effort to actually achieving your absolute full potential?

Please don't seek fuel for your sorrow by comparing yourself to me.

If our identity cannot exist in a vacuum, then what value does it have?

Do you remember when Henry died? Do you remember how it felt when we saw Dad cry for the first time? We were six. We held his hand as Henry's casket was lowered into the ground. And Dad told us, "The death of a man is not the death of his dream." Do you remember that?

Our inability to think beyond labels imposed contemptuously on us has been a mental prison. We've lacked the imagination and courage to create the reality we desired. That doesn't have to be the case now.

In addition to the often unsatisfactory cards dealt to us by heredity...each of us will, throughout our lives, suffer innumerable encounters with disease, injury, emotional trauma, and personal defeat. These stochastic encounters are cumulative, and many of them will even come to shape core parts of our beings. But are our identities inextricably linked to our imperfections, struggles and genetic blemishes?

Who would you be if you had somehow avoided every tenacious impediment in the invisible bacterial obstacle course of your daily life? Or what if, through some miracle of science...there was a way to cleanse the detritus that has cumulatively contaminated your genes since before you were even born? Who would you be today? Would you be the same person; the same unique individual? Or would you be something more?

The true beauty of the human animal is nowhere as evident as in its acts of creative expression.

So I can say with confidence that sometimes the only way to cope is to laugh at the absurdity of it all...the absurdity of the very concept of "normal." The absurd arrogance of those who take pride in their normalcy...and the absurdity of caring what those people think of you.

We chose this for many reasons, all of them selfish. We wanted to be remembered, in history, as well as through our descendants. But some things are better left...forgotten. I just... I need you to deeply consider that when it comes time to make decisions again.

Funny how sometimes it's the people closest to us keeping us from happiness.

What…defines a person as a unique individual? A natural disposition? A face? A vocabulary of gestures? Are we born individuals…or do we mold ourselves into unique creatures through our experiences and accomplishments? Every human enters the world with a vast, incalculable potential. But myriad factors invariably conspire to prevent us from fully achieving that potential.