It is said that the universe always sounds, but we don't hear it because we are born into it.

Identity is not inherent in consciousness from birth, it is continuously formed in the course of unconscious processes throughout life. I have always wondered how much "me" there is in me and what "me" means. Childhood traumas, violence, school propaganda, the legacy of previous generations.
Thoughts are dependent on a system of linguistic, cultural and social rules. To feel is to manifest true experiences and unconsciously translate meanings. Signs, symbols, codes, aligned structures, patterns. Who is the author? A flickering portrait of accumulated memory and consciousness motives and reasons for doing things this way and not that way. Perhaps I am only part of a collective shaped by time, where it is no longer possible to define the boundaries of personal contribution and distinguish my own self.