I don't have an answer to the "identity" question yet, but to the people who think they know themselves and me well enough to gush on about definitions and labels, at times on nationalist and ethnic proportions, I just felt like quoting this:
What if the whole deal - orientation, knowing where you are, and so on - what if it's all a scam? What is all of it - home, kinship, the whole enchilada - is just the biggest, most truly global, and centuries - oldest piece of brainwashing? Suppose that it's only when you dare to let go that your life begins? When you're whirling free of the mother ship, when you cut you ropes, slip your chain, step off the map, go absent without leave, scram, vamoose, whatever: suppose that it's then, and only then, that you're actually free to act!
--- "The Ground Beneath Her Feet", Salman Rushdie
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