Which is my flag?

Who knows why, one day, someone identified with the color red and proclaimed it their flag. And one survives by clinging to that, exalting it and shouting it as loudly as possible, lest we hear what the neighbor is saying, be right, and our cosmogony crumble. And identity becomes an inflamed ego, a resistance to confronting, precisely, that human nature that, if it clearly shows us anything, is that we know little about anything. We must remember that when one sees red, it’s a lie.