I use Low cover album as reference.
Since 01.11.2016 the stars look different in the sky.
There was this boy who lived in the ugly side of a dirty city. He could not see from one eye, but to live in a world of two dimensions was not a big problem for him. The real problem was the others who tried to repair the defective eye, he did spend a significant part of his childhood wearing an eye patch.
Children can be very cruel, and he ended up countless times in the principal's office because to react, since even by using a lighter to try to set fire on some bastards clothes with them inside.
One day, the boy who was playing with fire discovered the man who fell to earth. An alien with a paralyzed eye (immediate identification). He had so many stories to tell. And there were others like him, but none like the other.
For the boy, increasingly, be defective was cool because it is different, unique, one of a kind (like a mutant X-Men) and be perfect is, in itself, a failure, lack of personality, plus a number futile in the middle of a crowd of futile numbers that two-dimensional universe.
Bowie's death does not come out yet my head. What bothers me most now not the fact itself, but a related issue: the tragedy that is the inability to produce (more) geniuses, which is a paradox: there has never been so much knowledge and technological resources available, we live in a crowded world of geniuses and masters, and not vice versa. There is something that makes people like rare and special Bowie, and whatever is missing. We need a new renaissance to improve this society without depth that keep seeing in just two axles.