This may not be an entirely true story but fiction can have a profound effect on lives

The idea that one shouldn't interfere with another's life. Suppose, for example, that the majority of your interactions revolve around an understanding which you assume is shared between the constituents of your peer group. This underpins your entire sense of self, the frame of reference which contextualizes you, the context which guides your actions. A simple catchphrase or a cultural cue can link you and another for the rest of your lives. You likely do not imagine yourself as a nuclear reactor on the verge of meltdown, nor would you imagine yourself into that role if you were aware that your peer group might paint a funny caricature on the extern, the exhaust as a penis and the shutdown button as a toothless laughing face. On the other hand, there are probably examples where a drawing might add heart to an otherwise heartless tale.

The point is, or what I'm saying, is that with the myriad diamonds strewn across your temporal plane you are unlikely to think of any as particularly vulnerable to a good old ribbing at their expense. In that context, it is probably a sign of weakness, of an error in the direction of their development in relation to the path which you yourself are inexorably drawn to follow. It is important to deeply regard this if you have in your possession a machine which allows you to enter a persons brain and communicate directly with their consciousness.

What I'm saying is that I have spent a good deal of my life in a dark corner building a 1:1 scale model of the universe, dreaming about sex and fighting off endless streams of criticism with the art of the heart of it all, position noted, counter claim, attempt at union of distant states, vapid assertion of validity of alternate system, considered and reasoned response, intelligence worn down to the size of a pea and inseminated against its will in what may be considered the largest gang-rape in history, then left with my captors as they proceed to deny all and laugh at the plight of my lonely dying soul on a sunny day, and then I go insane the end.