Identity is very slippery. There is no lasting place for it. It is like the thousand billion stars that we cannot see in the universe, those whose names we give in fantasy. The machines that hold our minds are loose and light but fragile. Therefore we should not allow any of our thoughts too solidify within us but allow them to pass through us like water under a bridge. If our thoughts stop and become stagnant they will start to stink. Do you know who you are? Do you care who you are? How often do you find yourself dreaming about being someone else? How often do you find yourself feeling like someone you else? How do you dress yourself. What do you where that no one can see that defines you? What do you think you need that feel cannot have? What do you feel you need that that you think you must have? What habits do you hide from others? What habits do you hide from yourself? What habits do you feel were forced upon you? What habits did you seek out? How does your routine interfere?