If we’re all “special,” nobody is.
A reader writes:
“You know, I just thought of something. I used to have a part-time job as a pest caller (phone surveys, mostly) and so I met a lot of Wiccans. (In the ’90’s they congregated in phone& restaurant work, for some reason; don’t know about now.) And every single one of them was a High Priestess. Every single one. I don’t know what that means, if anything, but I noticed it.”
Probably has something to do with the same thing that makes all Past Life Regressives discover they were Egyptian Princesses and Acclaimed Warriors and never dung-shovelers or toothless crones living in a mud hut on the Russian steppe.