What is it with being perfect that keeps people hooked to the chase..; when it is always more lonely at the top, when friendships are forged more in times of common imperfections than dogged attempts to outrun the crowd... If the human race always wanted a 'SOCIETY', then why the glory in being 'THE ONE'...
There was never a cheerfull Tom sawyer without a Huck finn, never a delightfully wicked Calvin without hobbes, and there was never a happy lone musketeer..
and for the record, Macbeth died alone..