One does this, one does that, one... - this generalised objectified and narrated version of the self, in French it is on, usually translated as they, or you or we. The one that you are... but you use you where another would use I... you are the I, I am the you, am you, am am, am am. One for me, one for you, one for am am. Things that the one puts out there as the one, what it takes in, what is imposed. The search for the one that always ends with discovering that the one is the self - what I was searching for all along was myself, my ... self. But something remains open, he doesn't know, there is an emptiness, a condition of variability, a shifter pointing to an identity summoned in the name of a stream, summoned by name, by genre, by gender, by generation, genderation. To tell, to be told, who is he, what is in his blood, the imperative always comes from you, what must be respected, reflected, self-respect, self-reflection, kept in view, in view of, given but not accepted. If you try to avoid it it bites you as sure, assuredly as if you allowed it to eat you from the start - it expelled you and then it took you back in, or else you only ever tried to get back in. Thalassa! The act of being born is of no significance since it can be repeated indefinitely. Take one step in any direction and you are gone, pride or abjection, pride and abjection, as long as there is a direction you must lean this way or that, as long as there is one there is many.