Identity is the most insidious con job the mind ever pulled on itself. It’s not a discovery; it’s a fabrication, a desperate patchwork of borrowed scraps stitched together to create the illusion of a fixed, continuous “me.” And when you lie to yourself, or what you think "is" yourself, it becomes even harder to disbelief it. -- If there is one thing i hate more in this world besides commies and jesus-killers, its identity, the ego attached with it, it sickens me. Pride is the velvet glove over the iron fist of politics—the sweet poison that keeps the masses chained to their own delusions while the powerful pull the strings. It's not some noble virtue; a narcotic, peddled by states, ideologies, and systems to turn human fragility into obedient fuel for domination instead of driving forces which push them to internal mastery without the use of a warrant or a justification. ### "He who bemoans the lack of opportunity, forgets that small doors many times open up into larger rooms." - Rubin Carter, The Hurricane, 1999
