He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. Voidfunc loved Big Brother.
Isn't there? The moon is a "world" without variance, but I wouldn't want to live there!
Pass the Soma.
Not sure if this comment is sarcastic. Perfect determinism doesn't exist in the human condition. To embrace such invariance is to embrace the sterilization of art, culture, and our ability to adapt to the unpredictable.