Indeed, if we take 'lack of identity' as the object of further enquiry and search for its true nature, what we find is the identitylessness of identitylessness and so on, going on into infinity
Jowar Singh the Sikh procured sabre, quoit, and mace, / Abdul Huq, Wahabi, jerked his dagger from its place, / While amid the jungle-grass danced and grinned and jabbered / Little Boh Hla-oo and cleared his dah-blade from the scabbard.
The athletes ran round the track.
I want my dues and must have them — wont be put off any longer — so pungle down, and oblige
pungle down,
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