They are essentially people without personal biographies except for the events which the mere of passage of times thrusts upon them. In this they are like animals, each of whose lives is almost indistinguishable from others of its species, simply duplicating the generations before it... What it does, others have done and will do again, without creative improvement of any kind. Its life consists of what happens to it. And people who are like this have a similar uniformity. They do much as their neighbors do and as their parents have done, creating virtually no values of their own, but absorbing the values of those around them... You see these people everywhere, doing again today what they did yesterday, their ideas and feelings having about as little variation (235).
If life is a process, shouldn't one be able to identify different levels of progress? There is no progress in the lives of individuals such as this. They might as well be members of an exclusive religious cult. The minds of the frail live with no sense of creative intelligence. People will live and people will die, this is for certain. In the end, thoughtful and justifiable variation is seen as interesting and will most likely influence future generations.
Why live the life of someone who already lived?