I realize that self-definition is a futile act (see Godel's Law if you don't believe me), but I feel that I must at least make an attempt at understanding myself. This is my oblique way of fulfilling this need. At the same time, I am fearful of limiting myself with my own words--something that is observed does not behave the same as when it is not observed. I am afraid of collapsing the possibilities, of limiting my potential acts. And yet I realize that I must make a choice. I cannot remain in this state of mental limbo forever, and soon I must accept the responsibilities that are my birthright, the duties that are part and parcel of being human.