There is a fine line between reality and caricature. If we think of reality as being the pivot point of a disorder and caricature as lying too far on either pole away from that pivot, then the picture should be clear. To lie to the left is to be cured; to lie to the right is to be lost forever in chaos. While I suspect there is some sort of Gaussian distribution to disorder, there must be some minimum criteria for disorder, and there must be a point where the individual crosses the borderlands from humanity into wanton destructionist. I’m skeptical of self-actualized beings claiming to be at these poles, for either they would be “normal” or not long for a free life in this realm of existence. And if I, a self-actualized but disordered individual, am dubious of the poles of disorder, then you should be as well.
A baby is born and immediately is taken from the mother to go into surgery. You see, the baby was born with extra digits and the doctor decreed that it must be saved from a lifetime of stigma. Somewhere else in the hospital, a baby is born with ambiguous genitalia. It is also whisked away to be “fixed”. Cures are sought every day for those peculiarities that society has deemed diseased. Whether or not the afflicted suffer at all is not in question, whether those with the power can accept such “deformity” is. Society has come to pathologize aspects of the human condition that are deemed taboo or aesthetically unpleasing. Boundaries have been set and those that are unlucky enough to cross such boundaries are deemed in need of a cure by those with the power. Individuality is destroyed in the name of group conformity and membership. This is the nature of man.