String-Theory explains Particle, Particle produces Consciousness, Consciousness cuts String-Theory, Shoot!

I feel like I don’t belong.

A woman among men.

A girl among women.

A master among doctors.

A practitioner among philosophers.

An academic among ministers.

A minister among theologians.

A fundamentalist among universalists.

A heretic among adherents.

But if we are all one

at the beginning and at the end—

singularity and Transcendent Reality—

then why can I not sense myself

a drop within the ocean,

a blue within the rainbow,

a thread within the quilt,

a dust within the universe?

And yet perhaps that is what scares me more:

to be incinerated by the all-consuming Core.

For I find a desire to remain

distinct.

This thing called Identity,

which surely must be

exclusively mine,

is something that claims what is me

is most certainly not thine.

Yet this carrot I am eating will soon no longer be Other.

And unless I begin to hoard

each clipped nail,

pulled hair,

and flaked piece of skin,

that carrot you-in-the-future are eating will be composed of the compost of me!

So what is this part of me that feels I don’t belong?

My subatomic particles differ none from that star!

Perhaps it is nothing more than emergent consciousness

rejecting the unconscious revelatory hint

that constantly whispers, "Your Identity is a myth"?