She was herself, the original. Everyone else was just a copy.

We die every day," Kit said. "It's called being human.

No one owns you, I know that. No one owns me. No one owns anyone. We just get to borrow each for a while.

It followed that every act, whether the finding of a new proof for a complex mathematical problem or a twist of vision that turned one school of art into another was a result of endless failure.

Sometimes isolation can be shared.