The few suffer because of the many.
99% of people comply, settle, bend
a rare 1% don’t.
Usually, the story follows the opposite direction: the 1% take advantage of the 99%. That may be so from a very specific angle. It may even be comforting, even though it’s a negative perspective. But it’s adopted. Unexamined. It’s easier. It’s the collective unconscious state.
There is of course that middle grey area of us who do research, do think, do re-evaluate. Sooner or later, even they find their tribe – where they belong, feel safe.
Then there’s a rare 1%, who are not referenced in any literature. Precisely because they are rare—
they are not studied, not taken seriously, and remain plainly invisible.
Their world remains invisible too.
Literature, philosophy, and religion all feed on friction.
They can’t pretend they can’t see what they see or know what they know.
They don’t submit to please or comply to be safe.
They don’t have different personalities for different settings. The gap between seeing and acting simply doesn't exist.
They aren’t “building a future” because they don’t live in fragmented time.
They are not consumed by bitterness, regret, fear or shame.
They don’t live by social morality, traditions or habit.
Despite popular myths, they don’t need to be seen, they don’t seek to be followed.
They don't leave manifestos.
They are not long-lived. Not in the way lives are usually measured.
Such a person wouldn't be recognized as anything special from the outside.
They might be most visible precisely in private, one-on-one moments. A brief encounter, an odd conversation that stays with you for years without you knowing why. No name attached. No way to look them up. Just a residue of something that felt different, and then they're gone.
Man's goal in society is to be remembered. In nature it is to be forgotten.
