Do you remember when we fought in Atlantic? Our ship got conquered and sunk, all the soldiers got captured and killed but we managed to fight back and reclaimed the ship. But unfortunately, one of the enemy soldiers were still alive and tried to shoot us with his last breath and that bullet went right into your right arm. That was when I grabbed the saw and cut off your arm. It was painful back there, but you have to thank me that you are still existing on this planet. I'm sorry for taking away your dream of becoming a professional pianist.
If everyone is unique, then would uniqueness become normal?