Many cultural standards are limitations without practical value.
A true artist is without form, without substance.

Within the mind reality is configured. Within the mind reality is changed. Disassembling the identity, so firmly grounded, so concrete, happens within the mind.
Yet after such effort to deconstruct and rebuild I wonder why circumstance led to the original construction before my awareness of it. I'm confronted with pre-destiny.  All my effort, all my attempts to liberate myself.... they were written in the book of life away from my awareness, away from my comprehension... They were written out all at once... past, present, future.... all in one moment. That moment is now. We have never been separated from nirvana, nirvana has never been separated from us. All is perfect