There are those that reasonably adept at and fascinated with the process of finding the degree to which a given metaphor articulates its object in a way that is markedly incongruent (though often in culturally obscure or unnoticed ways) to the object’s nominally elaboratable structure. Then there are those who just can’t stand metaphor of any kind. These are those for whom the examination of parallels is nothing less than the implicit act false identification. For them, the world is infinitely, radically populated by singularities.
I prefer the former.