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Don't ask me this question. This is where I hit a bit of an identity crisis.
I'm a Canadian. But I'm a Caucasian with mixed British and some French ancestry, yet it goes back far enough and with some murky circumstances that my family doesn't really have any connections to the "homeland."
So I'm Canadian, and not much else. The problem with that is that I'm not First Nations or anything, so I'm more or less a Canadian of the pioneering/settling/colonizing stock.
Yeah. I'm just a Canadian. In the post–17th century kind of way.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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