is identity an illusion or a tangible construct? is identity an allusion or a combustible tangent?

And then some nights he just followed his breath, washed over by the wake of things.

"And pain of all sorts becomes a theory, a news-item in the distant colder climes way below the warm air you hum on, and what you feel is mostly gratitude at your abstract distance from anything that doesn’t sit inside concentric circles and love what’s happening."

For Tys. I miss you.