We’re all made up of the same dust, the same matter. If we were to split ourselves open, we would look nearly the same on the inside. There are subtle differences in all of us both externally and internally but the human eye is the critic that calls these tiny variations out. It picks at them, it whines about their imperfect nature… the same thing that actually makes them perfect. It seems that it is not the differences that are evil, but the devices we’ve evolved to deal with them.