People want to tag you and divide you into neat little categories. It is easier like this. “What Is This Man?” In his poem DH Lawrence describes the absurdity of this labeling process:
– What is this man?
- A man of course
– Yes, but what does he do?
– Lives.
- Certainly! But it has to work. He must have some kind of job.
- Why?
– Because it is clear that he is not one of the classes with a lot of free time.
- I do not know. He has a lot of free time. And he makes very nice chairs.
– That's what you said! He's a carpenter.
- No no!
– Then a joiner or carpenter.
- Not really.
- But you said so.
– What did I say?
– He is making a chair and is a joiner.
– I said he was making a chair, but not that he was a joiner.
- Okay then, just an amateur
- Maybe! Do you think a robin is a professional flutist or an amateur?
- I think it's just a bird.
– And I say, he's just a man.
- Okay okay. You always give evasive answers anyway.
Wayne W. Dyer “Your Faulty Fields”
