Playing a part is very easy. It is what we know. Are we who we are if what we are is a game? The truest form of us has been stripped. Now what is left is a mold. We may pretend to not see it, but we all follow it. For some it is beauty, for others brains and success. It has enveloped our thoughts and actions, and we do not strive for individuality. Just the Opposite. As individuals we strive for unity. We are all different, though can we say we are all ourselves? Are we all true to ourselves when we base our identity off others? We would not know ourselves if not based of what we know of others; so we know nothing.