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All men and women, he warns, play host to scores if not hundreds of different parasitic identities, each with its blinkered repertoire of behavior. A snub, a flattering letter, a no-smoking sign, a slow queue, a come-hither look – and we are strangely altered. We have one Personality with subordinates, another with superiors, one with our mother, another with the taxman – each is Caliph for an hour.  One scatters promissory notes which others must redeem: ‘certainly. See you in the morning. Only too delighted.’ One despairing humorless personality may even take an overdose or jump off a cliff – crazily destroying the habitat of all the others. To sum up, our professed citadel of individuality is common as a barber’s chair. Very few men are strong enough to confront this impression emotionally and to work within the compass of its appalling implications.

- James Moore (1999)

 In a way that the past is us to retain, the present is ours to remedy and the future is for us to dictate. We will be as they raise genderless morbid who strive for nothing but mediocracy, engaging in passive-aggressive affiliation. A reoccurrence of the novel 1984, a replica of world war and a strong tendency to scream hate at once another. 

The Amazons are burning, the animals are progressively dying and Homosapiens are regressing. So if you were to ask again, I would simply utter the words "Nothing to see here".