Identity

Of all the made up stories we tell ourselves the one that causes most harm is the one about national identity.

It is a daft enough story on an island like Britain where the edge is where you meet water, but on the European mainland where a border is just a line on a map – and even more so in The Middle East where the border is an unnaturally straight line drawn by people from another part of the world altogether – it is madness.

To then pin our identity on such arbitrary concepts and fight wars because we have crossed those imaginary lines is tragic.

Now that we are able to choose what gender we identify as – why not go the whole hog and have pronouns for those of us who feel connected to the entire human race rather than someone else’s crazy idea of a sub-division of it?