I say we shear the sheeple, put them back out to pasture. Then spin and weave the ultimate definition of what we are or are not from the wool. After we have spun and woven we can dye the cloth to our own unique pattern and color, the kind that identifies us as individuals. Then we can wear it out and around to show how truly unique we are, whether pants or kilt or shorts or whatever. Wait, why is everyone bald? Because we all collectively are someones sheeple, to be shorn and pastured in some catagorical pasture on someones neatly catagorized farm of opinion. I think we are sneeches, some with stars some without, but all sneeches just the same. Read the book or reread it it explains everything. and to theo le sieg (dr.seuss) sorry just the same. see ya.