Oh, you mean there is no protection from the vulnerability cast through existence? There is no amount of hiding, no amount of running, no amount of cowering in fear of being found and used or exploited or mimicked or undone that will prevent you from being unearthed? There is no assurance that you will not be scrubbed of dirt and hung on display? Even if you manage to retreat from the like doubled billions of eyes turned to where you might tread there may be new eyes not yet formed that excavate you long after you have any ounce of will to stop them? For one to be seen by the other is so totally inevitable that endeavoring to be unseen only completely surrenders what little power you have over what you may present as yourself?