The individual is shorthand for the collective.
The lone person a mythical creature whose myth is told by the sound of echoes, a voice in search of a body, vibration becoming form. The self-willed actor caught in a web woven by fate, the strands of the web being strings with no puppet master.
Any single thing a convergence of forces, empty of substance, form a formality. Life is nature acting, lifeforms and lifeworlds being the ancient habits of instinct.
The collective is longhand for the creative void.