It is possible to see the complex around identity at the core of so much in the culture as a veiled traffic in the question of the self, the anxious admission that one no longer knows who one is, or at least the loss of a stable external framework for providing an answer. But the question can be taken in two ways which have almost nothing to do with each other although they easily become entangled. It can be seen as the need for an answer from the world in order to embody the world, or it can be seen as the need for the question in order to undo, to unmake the embodiment of the world. Whichever is decided, and there seems little choice involved, is crucially determinative - as if there are two entirely different questions confused by the same formula in words.