<p>true, but once you resolve to free yourself from forging an identity gleaned from common entities –</p>
<p>sports teams, nations, occupations, biceps, follicle density, piercings, collegiate affiliations whether through offspring or alumnical ontology, musical preferences, ritual tv attendance, thick crust or thin,...
you get the idea–</p>
<p>then you are left rather nakedly in the great arena of refusal, invited to parties rarely, at pains to describe to inquiring strangers how exactly to define you, that is, if you see through one label, you see through them all,...while true some are easier to attain, say for instance, glutton, you would not expect to see such a decal displayed on the window of an audi, whereas the defining ivy brotherhoods do signal their elitist caliber not so secretly as a handshake for all the drooling world of fools to behold and envy,..and perhaps see an image of themselves reflected in the admiring gazes of others that they would like so unnakedly to be,...</p>
<p>However, since we are each alone such puny worms, defenseless against the beak of nature, it stands to reason we wish to align ourselves with larger bodies, social armies, padding the poor inner freak with a luxurious lining of affirmation and egoistic suckle. </p>
<p>If all such affiliations are a pretense, let us gloat all the way to disillusion,..</p>