The hell is this shit.
Remember that in a free-market society, there is already a financial incentive for someone to find a cure for cancer on their own. Pfizer didn’t come up with boner pills because of candlelight vigils and flaccid-cock symbols on juice boxes — they knew there was money in it.
With an assist from an overly ambitious psychiatry, all human difference is being transmuted into chemical imbalance meant to be treated with a handy pill. Turning difference into illness was among the great strokes of marketing genius accomplished in our time.
All the great characters in myths, novels, and plays have endured the test of time precisely because they drift so colorfully away from the mean. Do we really want to put Oedipus on the couch, give Hamlet a quick course of behavior therapy, start Lear on antipsychotics?