Is who we are first tribal, or is it nothing at all?—particles unjoined, the dust of eons. How do we make sense of our place in the world as homo sapiens? Do we even need to hold on to that identity? Must we be labeled, categorized, forbidden, dismissed?
Embracing the isolation of our own self-definitions, we pretend to be the only ones allowed—better, exclusive, oppressed by difference. All the while the net frays, the miracles of being turn into an infinity of voices drowning in egos with closed eyes, with closed hearts, with lost souls.
you are everything and
like nothing else
Ammol at dVerse asks us to consider Pride Month.