There’s something to say about uniqueness. Everyone has something to say. In that, saying something about uniqueness, is not unique at all. It is commonplace. And in this busy bazaar of the call to be unique, I wonder, if we all would (and could) heed the call to be unique, how this world might look. There is a case to be made against omnipresent sameness in the world: an obvious boring proposition. If we are all unique, then aren’t we all the same, in a sense?
Is there a case, to be made against ubiquitous uniqueness?