People -- you know: people: equivocally human creatures that are not individuated but just 2-legged sheep in an ethno-herd -- people are all worked up about "identity" these days, aren't they? Chimpanzees get all worked up for a banana. Feed your inner chimp!
The political correctnessers today are apparently ethically cleansing the Engliah language and turning it into Wokelish. I used to ideate that having an "identity" was a good thing -- that it meant you were not just one conformist unperson among very many conformists unpersons. But now I (BMcC[18-11-46-503]) see this word differently: as naming something to be avoided at all costs. There is a very rare genetic disease wher a person'sflesh literally turns to bone: Franz Kafka's Gregor Samsa for real. Identity is like this: It turns a person's living, pliable spirit (soul, whatever) into concrete. Cinderblocks have identity: they are what they are for as long as they are and that's the end of them.
But a human person can be creative and make themselves become -- not be but be-come -- more than they were. For instance, a brown noser student in prep school can memorize a new fact to regurgitate to his teach to get a good grade on his next exam. He has become more than he was. Unlike the cinderblock, he is now more than what he was before he added that fact to his soul. Ditto his teach (aka: one of his "masters") is now more than he was because he has enriched his life by adding the experinece of having graded the brown noser's exam.
As may already be obvious to you, my reader, both the brown noser and the teach he is kissing up to differ from a cinderblock in that they can change. Unlike a staionary stone which gathers moss, these human being' internal essential being can mutate to become mossier than they were. They are not doomed to be identical with themselves. Unlike the cinderblock, they transcend themselves: they go beyond mere "identity".
"The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we cannot encounter them twice but that some things stay the same only by changing." (Heraclitus)
There are all sorts and maybe even an infinitw number of "identities" out theefor a person to pick and choose from, although the person seeking an identity generally ideates he, she or other is discovering their true and innate, "uthentit" identity, not just cooking up a mask to wear for the moment or maybe never take off again but always they could do so eveyn though they conveniently ignorance themself and otuers of this. I am a black man. Iam a transsexual woman. I am a Ukrainian patriot defending my motherland and my mother from the Russian war criminals, I am a proud American, I am the Headmanter of a disciplinarian private school, and on and on it goes. What are you, my reader? I cannot be an "n" word because I am not a "person of color" identity. I am not a chimpanzee, either. But people seem to lust to be whats.
Identity social conditioning makes persons ideate of themslves and consequently behave andbelieve as if they were itentical physical objects -- I call them "lumps" and the lumpen universie is compoesd of atomic lumps: people with identities. Oh, yes, hey are diverse! THey have different colos wool. Bu all sheep are the same color in the dar and none are either goats or shepherds. Baaa!
have be an identity! Have imagination! Or don't, of course. Repeat after me: "I am proud of my identrity! I am proud to be a thing like a cinderblock! I am proud to be Proud, which is another fashionable word today among the politial correctnessees and their Activists! My Activist will tell me where to follow him (her, other, industrial robot...) to The Promised Land! What is our identity? What is you identity?