What about connection? What if being connected to something brings forth identity?
This got me started, now the brain engine is going!
I keep going back to Descartes in Meditations and how he put forth the body-mind complex, and then compare it to Wittgenstein's philosophy of language. And once again I have to refuse the notion that he was ever a dualist, or rather that he couldn't be a dualist without being a monist by the same token, just like you can't separate syntax and semantic without at once admitting that only together they can make any functional language. And I think these language components are crucial to consider, as they form much of reality in a more metaphorical manner of speaking.
What this says to me is that physicality can never carry any identity in any form in itself, but it rather serves as buttressing for the gestalt of identity. Whatever else identity is, it must be tautological by definition. If we make a perfect copy of a tree, it will look identical - but how can this be when there's clearly two of them now?! No, identity must be of the mind. If we remove a part of our body, we don't change identity because it was taken away, but rather because the syntactic integrity of the body-mind complex was violated, which muddles the semantic part. The corporeal parts, as syntax, is what provides familiarity with the world and ourselves - if we trace the etymology of a word, we will invariably find that its form is not identical to the previous iterations. The meaning was carried on and preserved to some extent, but the connotations, if not the denotation altogether, have changed. A doctor is a medically learned person, but apparently also a teacher. But have they ever been a teacher? How would I know except that
I've been told?
This is the connection. Identity can't be a sovereign construct -
it can never be yours alone. If I see a black box, does it possess that blackness and squareness by itself or is it some sort of exchange? Are the physical reifications of these concepts the portals through which I can impute those qualities? If so, then identity can never be self-constructed; it's always the effect of tandem events. Identity is the etymology of the mind.
Why do we then keep insisting on the immaculate consistency of language? Why can't a misspelling of a word be equally accepted to a proper spelling? Better yet, why can't a word mean anything that I want it to mean at any time? Barring the obvious communication problems, I have to assume it's for the same reason that when I awaken in an airplane there's a momentary sense of confusion and disconnect, just like there would be if the walls in my room were suddenly repainted overnight. There's something really terrifying about this dissolution of order and familiarity, which is what identity fundamentally is. I can't help but sympathize with the opponents of the gender revolution who would claim that a man and a woman are tied to specific things - because they
know that's the world. Just like the revolutionaries who have been living through the other side of the coin
know that this order is alien and must be done away with. There's no actual 'open-mindedness' happening on any side of the scenario - in fact, this is the only possible ironic apotheosis of such proposed open-mindedness.
When you assert that diversity must be cultivated and that all values are equally valid because any whiff of bigotry or exclusion must be squelched, conflict is inevitable, and not just because of the irony present in the formulation of the proposal. It's nihilism fighting itself, because it can't really do anything else. It's too painful to live in a world where the infinite multitude of things and names have no hierarchy, because nothing can make sense unless it's differentiated and excluded from each other.
Maybe the postmodernists are onto something, but they aren't onto any facts. That's the uncomfortable implication of all this. Facts can't be at once facts and also in an eternal flux. Where is the intersection in the universal Venn diagram where reality and humanity collide into Truth?