What's a mortal to make of the tinmens, those strange creatures of absolute order who whir and click in our very midst? Theirs are not like other lives - even the infinitely subtle demons are more comprehensible than these thronging drones. To an outsider it appears the tinmen have no existence other than as a whole. Indeed, there is a saying: 'To look at one tinmen is to look at all of them.' It is only logical, as it is with all things tinmen, that they are native to the magical world of Oz. To understand the tinmen, a being must stop thinking like a person, like an individual. Only then can anyone hope to comprehend the patterns of tinmen life.