Gerald Hill said:My point isn't about that specific type of identity; I am speaking about the act of identifying oneself through a label after a certain experience. For instance, saying "I am a fascist, an idealist, a surrealist, a Marxist, or a liberal," rather than simply stating, "I am a human being, and that is that." It is irrational to reduce oneself to such labels. While human reason is certainly important and we must strive to be rational, we must also acknowledge that the human mind is not omnipotent.
I know you’re keeping quiet—and honestly, sometimes that's where the real truth stays hidden, tucked away beneath the surface like a secret waiting for the right moment to surface... isn't it? 😁...which is exactly why I’m bringing this specific example up in the first place.
Is there really any other way to look at it? I’ve been sitting here thinking about this for a while—and I know, I tend to wander when I get onto these philosophical paths—but isn't it true that there simply isn't any identity more identical to who we are than our own identity itself? It sounds like a bit of a tautology, doesn't it? A circular thought, perhaps—but then again, isn't that just how existence works? We try to layer ourselves with titles, roles, or even the clothes we wear, yet all those things are just... well, they're just noise. In the end, you can't escape the core of what you are. There isn't some secondary, "truer" version of us waiting around somewhere else—there is only the self. 😁
Don't go confusing professionalism—and all that baggage that comes along with it—with actual competence. It’s a fine line, isn't it? One could easily get lost in the shuffle of looking the part... or acting the part... while missing the point entirely.
I am terribly sorry—please forgive me.It really comes down to nationality—and by extension, that sense of national identity—which inevitably shapes how we see things. Is it possible that our very background dictates our perspective before we even realize it? It’s a complex thought, isn't it? One cannot simply separate who they are from where they come from, especially when those cultural roots run so deep into one's core...
I’m sorry—did I miss something? My apologies if I stepped in mid-conversation without realizing it....and so forth—plus the TSL stuff.
You really are...
I suppose we're talking about the characters—the people involved in this whole situation. It makes you wonder, doesn't it? Who are they really, behind the personas they project to the world? It’s easy to get caught up in the labels, but when you actually start peeling back the layers... well, that's where things get interesting. They’re all just out there making things up—you know, this whole "I did this" and "I did that" routine... they're honestly just tripping. 😉