Identity, like infinity, is not an object or idea that can be quantified or captured (even built objects are not entirely defined according to Heisenberg), but rather a concept of potentiality that eludes definition because “it” is continuously changing. Perhaps our individual differences appear to distinguish us on the surface, but the pattern that we are all differentiated and continually changing, is, in and of itself, a ‘same-ness’ that unifies us in and across the diversity of our embedded human experiences. It is likely that we will always have our differences in opinions and values at any given time in space, and relatedly, we may always differ in the ethical and epistemological assumptions upon which our reasoning logics operate. Those divergences are good when debated and discussed with mutual acceptance, respect, intellectual precision, and the implicit understanding that we all have equal potential to bring something constructive and essential to the table…wherever (or whenever) that table may be.
We desperately act in ways that are less and less driven by our real values, and that are increasingly driven by our need to be valued. Maybe that anxious, phrenetic energy undermines our ability to stop, reflect, and think. Maybe the best way that we can do to functionally manage is to seek refuge in the comfort of categorical simplicity and binaries: of dramatic hero-villain narratives.