Mood:weighted down by a box I'm no longer carrying
Music:that song about Heffalumps and Woozles
Thoughts Occasioned By An Imminent Trip To Costco
I suppose this is a variation on Pascal's much-quoted dictum that a person who goes through the motions of praying without believing will, if this ritual is repeated often enough, turn into a believer. We act out desire for others and end up incorporating it into our sense of what and why we are. Even if we start with no sense of what we want, we eventually learn to want precisely what our performance dictates we should want. In the process, we retroactively found an identity that works through the logic of infinite regress.