Anil Dash asks: So, who owns your identity right now?
My identity? I responded:
I do, but only to the extent that I am willing to work for it.
My identity is a form, visible when struck by radiation at certain wavelengths.
My identity is also a void, a vacuum that nature abhors.
Form is emptiness; emptiness, form.
Not to creep up on any Buddhism 101, or anything.
When you put “all about George” into Google, you don’t get what’s-his-name or who’s-the-fellow. Not Bush, Washington, Jefferson or a cartoon character strong as he can be.