”I’ am not a noun, I am a verb!
The layers that make me are in flux, like smoke billowing into and out of existence. These layers give the perception of me – to myself and to others – when I register into existence.
I’m kind, I’m vicious; I’m intelligent, I’m dense; I’m quick-witted, I’m slow; I’m pragmatic; I’m emotional; I’m fun, I’m organized. I’m Darwinian; I’m divine; I seek truth, I am content; I’m everything, I’m nothing! The entirety of my billowing self fluxes, vibrates, swells by the second, minute, hour and day.
Even the supposedly solid core deep down is a non-constant – a mere interaction across genetic and ego-social dynamics. Describing the many me is futile. There’s an anarchist that surfaces and dives constantly within the undulating eddy of my being. To classify me into labels is calling a picture of a storm a storm when in fact it is just a representation of air headed from a point of high pressure to low pressure.
The motion is me. The vector of the vortex is me.
I am happy existing as a movement; being a verb.
Trouble starts when the world interacts with me ‘at’ a mere singularity of me within time, space and thought, and mandates noun-labels on ‘me’.
My 2 cents 