On the Subtle Differences between a Person’s Identity and his Societies’ Culture
You cannot keep a culture private, individual, or traditional without first betraying society’s most important needs (in terms of advancement and survival (long term)): ingenuity and diversity.
It is important to remember that culture does not form identity, but identity forms culture. Culture is collective and vast, and is built by the many people who populate it.
Music, art, literature, religion, science, the human web of ideas, the great pursuit of advancement, knowledge and perfection; these form culture. The greatest product of human culture is the ingenuity supplied to maintain our species survival, as has been the way since we first began to problem-solve.
Identity is individual, culture is world-wide.
There are things that confuse me, though, when I consider the effect of a culture on a person’s identity, and vice-versa. Mostly, it seems to be that an individual will assimilate their identities into a culture (thus creating culture), but, it would also seem, once an individual has immersed himself into a culture, he begins to assimilate the culture into his identity. (I am very purposely ignoring the concepts of a culture of brainwashed, paranoid, half-person-half-TV-watching-machine people that seem to flood our perspectives of our overall culture. I consider those who do not (or simply cannot) contribute to society to be un-assimilate-able into the human pursuit of advancement. Perhaps it’s best said, they are without culture, or, at best, with a very cheap mockery of it, displayed through TV, magazines (and perhaps gossip), instead of books, music and sophisticated curiosity.) When the individual has assimilated his mark of diversity into a culture, the culture and his identity become linked, and become each other (At this point, I wonder if that means a person has only one chance to assert his effect on culture before his identity is consumed and he loses his ability to be diverse. For that, well, I certainly hope not).
Ignoring all possibility of that last sentence, I believe that after this assimilation and contribution is when culture becomes the beautiful, remarkable, and powerful thing that it is. Culture is driven by the passion of its population, all contributing from different angles to form the amazing collage of life, love and respect. This is where the power of love is most gloriously displayed (I mean this in a John Lennon way, rather than an Elton John way).
To conclude, what I’ve decided now, after typing this, is that it is heritage, tradition, and most importantly, passion, that forms the individual and his pursuit; it is heritage, tradition, passion and love that draws him to his culture, and it is heritage, tradition, passion, love, and respect that keeps the culture continuous.
And if respect fails, then, it is simply fear of fading away that drives us to be as significant as possible.
