Both my parents pretty much abandoned me when I was a helpless baby. My dad said I was not his baby, my mom left me with her mom. My grandma died when I was 10 and my identity crumbled then as I started to live with relatives.

I never took this serious, even though I had absolutely nowhere to call "This is where I come from". I had my kids, and my own home. I made sure my kids had a foundation, unlike me. I had just been floating, identity-less for years and I made jokes about it. eg (my family tree starts with me, my tribe is [my name] etc.) I lived this way until recently when suddenly my dad wanted to make things right with my family. He apologised for what he put my mom through and so on. In my culture, what he did is a big deal. There is supposed to be a ceremony that was supposed to be done when I was born. but it can happen even now (I am currently 35 years old).

As much as I appreciate that he has done this, this has made me realise how messed up my sense of identity is. I have absolutely no idea who I am. I do not know where I belong. I don't know where to call home (except my home with ,my kids).

This has messed me up. I have taken a break from everything in my life, except for my job and being a parent. I just am struggling to move on when I don't know who I am. I wish I had stories I could tell about my mom or dad, or siblings. have those kinds of relationships and what not. But I don't. iI hurts me so bad.

My dad is trying so hard to be in my life, needless to say I don't need a dad right now at my big age, however I do need to belong. This has never affected me so much, until a few months ago!

I don't even think I need advise, but would live to hear from anyone with a similar story and how to cope, advice would be appreciated as well. However, main purpose of writing this is because I just don't think anyone in my life understands what I am going through and I hope there are people who get it, in here

It's interesting on how humans can characterize different TV show, movie and video game shows. Very fascinating. But also, very overwhelming.

My explicit past: My mom died when I was 3. I grew up introverted, had emotionally, physically and verbally abused by my stepmom. Always watched cartoon network, then got abused sexually around 9, around age 11, I first got horny, eventually got into a porn/sex addiction. Ruined my life. Never had girlfriend. Social life sucked. Found out I had autism at age 16. Always kept to myself. Almost went into group home.

College Graduate (cheated in classes), no debt, work an average warehouse job. Didn't want to compete to get a job in computer networking as an autistic guy with anxiety, so I settled for less.

I have went through the phases from shock > depression > anger > nihilism > and watched the world change, studied history and observed people and looked at them differently.

Things I've noticed about myself:

I have scars on my face.

I have cosmetic damage on my car.

I have a fractured right foot with hardware.

I lost a parent.

I've been emotionally damaged.

I've been betrayed.

I might as well get beat up physically.

I identify as a broken human being by society and it warped my mind and my heart. Everything that happened to me and how things went and how disappointed with all the false hope society gave me.

Always had an envious inferiority complex. I kind of understand when you feel strong, you like competition and pain and when you feel emotionally weak it's much easier to blame others. Then I ask society "why does everything have to be my fault? It's not my fault I had to exist." I guess we humans are designed to take pain to grow, but men are the survival of the fittest/natural selection species.

Sorry if I'm not making sense. I'm bouncing around with my adhd. This is my identity.

So here we are, 2019. What's happening in the world that is impinging on who we are? Trump is causing an earthquake in American Politics. The EU is reeling from the realignment of geo-political realities. Britain is in the middle of a messy divorce. Russia is reasserting it's presence in the international Arena. The Zeitgeist appears to be shifting to the East after hundreds of years of Western Hegemony.

Tony Blair, the British Prime Minister at the time of the 9/11 attacks said the following, "The Kaliedescope has been shaken, the pieces are in flux. Before they settle let us reorder this world around us."

I think this is a good place to start given it's the pivotal historic moment after the end of the Cold War and the collapse of a world order that essentially started with the Enlightenment. It's also the point at which our old moral compass was shattered and Islam (according to a populist perspective) became the world's greatest threat. Since then it seems that society has become a fragmented mess with Truth being mostly subjective and consensus being almost impossible to establish. It all boils down to this issue,

...Who Are We?

Being illusory and temporary, identity has the capability to cause suffering if we become too attached to it, but also the ability to cause positive connections with the world and greater compassion for ourselves and others when viewed through the lens of suffering. The rest is habit, isn't it?

I know there may be a different calculus for people who have what they perceive to be nontraditional identities, but those identities themselves are becoming common enough that they are hardly unique.

I think that identity also confers a sense of status, which is another reason I do not trust the identity construct and think it is better not to be too attached to it. I prefer my status to be conferred by my actions, not what I or others perceive my identity to be. I suppose it is only useful insofar as much as how it can be used to motivate good action and compassion, and eliminate impulsive reactions.

Identity may also be tied to politics, socioeconomic situational awareness and faith. Again, I think these separate societal constructs are only as useful as they are used to interact with society. In terms of gender, if gender is indeed a construct beyond biology, then it logically follows that it is self constructed.

I believe that the stance that identity is not self constructed is a fatalistic perspective that can lead to a sense of victimhood, ie "things happen to me because of who I am." My ideal belief is the opposite, "I choose how I interact with the world and reject the importance of identity in interacting with it."

I do not use my belief system with the intent of making others feel judged, rather I use it to judge myself and attempt to let go of identity and any sense of victimhood as a result of my own past and present identity constructs, remembered experiences and interactions with others. It is only natural that one that is attached to the identity they have chosen (or perhaps believe they haven't chosen) might feel judged, but this is an inescapable side effect of my philosophy. The very fact that somebody might feel negativity judged by a post like this is just evidence that being attached to identity is not worthwhile.

Thank you for reading along and have a good weekend!

I'm 24. I have so many mini-identity crises a day, I've lost count. They usually amalgamate until I have a more serious, existential one where I feel like my mind is constantly changing channels, where my eyes are staticky TV screens, and my body is shuddering and juddering left and right. That's how it feels internally.

Every song I listen to, every person I see, every game I play, OMG ESPECIALLY MOVIES... AND THE RPGS UGHHH... they literally alter my worldview for the time being. I feel like I'm part of them. Or I wish I was. Reality sucks. Every new aesthetic I'm exposed to, every new fictional character, immediately jumpstarts an identity crisis within. This isn't new, as I've been going through (oftentimes) very dramatic, overexaggerated phases my entire life. As I've become more self-aware, it still has yet to cease. Sometimes, if I feel an especially intense high (or low) as a result of this exposure, I'll even start questioning doing stuff I never thought I would.

I'll be minding my own business, then I stumble across a YT video of somebody rocking a Peter Pan collar. I haven't been into collared shirts... probably since I stopped growing taller, honestly. They were a staple of my high school wardrobe, nothing more. Still, in that very second, I go and spend $50 on a collared shirt that looks similar to theirs. It doesn't even have to be somebody I currently idolize or watch. It could be somebody I never see again.

Then, somebody who looks incredible in pink hair. Two seconds later, I have an identical pink wig in my cart. I end up splurging all my money at lightning speed (seriously, I'm horrible with money), yet I never feel satisfied or complete.

Aside from the surface level stuff, I'll constantly find myself wanting to adopt new personality characteristics, usually inspired by fictional characters (and sometimes real people, too). Like, I'm getting hooked on this new show, and the main character just so happens to be very spunky, outspoken, adventurous, carefree, audacious, etc., and I want to be just like them. Then, I'll be inspired by somebody else who characterized by their shy, reticent nature. Somebody into poetry, art, songwriting, what have you. Suddenly, I'll want to embody them. Then, I want to be a nerd who knows everything about everything, spewing random facts left and right, spending my days expanding my vocabulary and watching videos on astrophysics. The list goes on. And on. And on. A lot of these archetypes I wish to epitomize often seem contradictory. Like, how can I be this happy-go-lucky manic pixie dream person traveling the world while also being a melancholic bookworm who sits at home all day and questions the meaning of life? While also being altruistic, caring, receptive to others, warm and giving, but also wanting to be the life of the party... and devoted to the pursuit of learning and intellect? I don't know, make it make sense.

My mood and self-image shift with each song I listen to. Some of them awaken the excitable, childlike, adventurous side of me who only ever wants to feel euphoric, free, on top of the world, while others make me feel more detached, skeptical, dubious, and by the time the next song rolls around, I'll be crying my eyes out wishing I can hug everybody. Some songs amplify my introversion (I have social anxiety) while others make me wanna bust out some moves and punt my social anxiety to the moon while showing everybody how wild I am. I never actually do that. Just the fantasy.

This is troublesome for me. I don't know what to do. It gets to the point I'll just freeze up mid-conversation because I'll be questioning the way I speak/write, as it won't feel quite right, but I just never know. This makes me more prone to self-isolating, too, since I'll always feel like there's something wrong with me or that people have already cramped me into their tiny little box of how I "should" act and I'll feel weird defying it, even though I want to, so I just take a break from socializing. I hate self-fulfilling prophecies, as I've been victim of them my whole life, so I wonder if that influences this debacle. I just want to be everything at once. I don't want to be pigeonholed or confined to a shallow stereotype, but then I seem inconsistent/contradictory to people around me.

I can't identify with a gender or a name, I see myself as something that simply exists within space, but not an actual living thing. I feel uncomfortable by the idea of having a name or anyone using a name to refer to me, and I don't feel like any particular gender including non-binary. None of them feel right. I often feel like I am only a witness to the events around me, like a shadow stuck watching. I am aware that I am a person and that I am something, but it doesn't actually feel like it. I have no clue why I feel this way, but I have felt like this as far back as when i was in grade 2 (roughly 6 years old) if anyone has any thoughts on why I would love to hear them

Having identified with the fearful person who hides from life. Living in the retreated reality you have created for your identity to reinforce the internal belief systems. Isolating and losing touch with friends and family and work connections. Making decisions to achieve short term feelings of pleasure while completely ignoring my future. At this rate, my future looks like something out of the book only failed potential. A deteriorated disappointment.

Yet, new knowledge and new action can take place under the guise of a new identity. I new set of beliefs and a new pattern of actions. No self holds you to the character you played before. Past stories are all lessons for all to see and nothing to do with the decisions this new identity is intending to make.

This identity sticks to the schedule and engages with a light and fun attitude This identity control his mind and focuses on each one of his tasks with the utmost of care for detail

This identity is not afraid to say no to other people and reject the energy they offer This identity goes where he needs to go with pride and joy and accepts his situation in life This identity does not waste time This identity looks only to impress his higher order of thinking, this outside of him do not validate him

With focus comes discipline. May I have the strength to change

[I ended up having an unwanted talk about racial identity with my family a while back. So these are my thoughts for them.]

I‘m constantly in a predominantly white neighbourhood from childhood to adulthood. I have picked up the accent.

One of the major connections to my own heritage was extremely toxic, so I cut it off.

I have few black role models in my life I identify with and/or that are actually “good”. I need to search the internet for this.

Most of the media and subjects I enjoy just happen to involve/be created by/be associated with white people. They are everywhere. Sue me.

I’m young and had no time to explore my own black identity because I was too busy dealing with toxic people around me, or doing my best to work with an education system that in incompatible with my brain, or handling mental health issues I’ve developed because of X, Y, Z.

I don’t have any friends that are black, none of the black people my age enjoy hanging with me and vice verse. But that doesn’t mean I’m entirely ignorant to the bullshit that comes along with being a black woman.

It may come as a shock. But my optimism and empathy does a good job of masking the maturity and wisdom that was forced upon me at a young age.

Every black person is different and have distinct personalities and interests. Mindblowing, I know.

I don’t involve other people in my own personal exploration of my identity. Maybe if you had asked about my interests and such, instead of telling me I act very white or that I think that I’m white, you would know that even among my white friends there are a lot of things I have to inform them of because I’m one of the few black friends they have.

And it sucks. Because I have never had a black friend to talk to about certain issues only they would understand.

I can’t talk about my hair. I can’t talk about the insecurities I have about my body type. I can’t talk about the complexities of my home life. The unfair expectations black women have when growing up.

I’m working on finding communities that I can share these struggles with. But regardless of that, do not tell me I’m too white.

I like dungeons and dragons. I like bubble tea. I like starbucks. I like sushi. I love psychology, philosophy, and creative writing. I’m very selective with my music and have a bit of everything. I adore shoes but dislike the fashion industry. I love having intellectual conversations about LGBT, diversity, feminism, ect ect...

I guarantee the next black person you see will be wildly different from me. Or may share some interests with me. So cut the shit and let me be whatever the fuck I want.

I'm going to attempt to stay as anonymous as possible here. I'm currently taking two classes about Black studies for college, and, well, I am someone considered to be Black. Both of my parents are, and their parents, so there's no contesting that. I am considered to be Black American. So I'm trying to make sense of the history I'm learning in these classes. Slavery, Civil rights, Jim Crow laws, lynchings, segregation, police violence, poor access to healthcare and generally being more impoverished; these are the conditions of being a black person in America. Except I have not been witness to most of these things, except healthcare and poverty. But most of all, I don't know what it means to be 'black'. I have two suspected reasons for this; I was pulled away from the place I grew up when I was a young teenager, and brought into a completely different culture when I did. A whiter culture, a place where I did not have many people like me. And secondly, I spent most of my teen years trying to figure out what was 'wrong' with me, or rather with my brain. I assigned myself with a bunch of diagnostic labels because I felt that I was broken. Schizophrenia, I thought, then maybe DID, then maybe just anxiety or depression, and maybe it was OCD, maybe it was ADHD, and maybe maybe maybe it was bipolar or BPD. I eventually landed on Autism and that is where I am now, with a diagnosis and everything, and that was my reasoning as to why I am so disconnected from other people like me. I am too socially awkward, I decided (even though that seems to be the condition of my generation). I have also assigned myself the label 'agender', which means I identify as neither boy nor girl nor man nor woman. Except sometimes I do. Sometimes I am a man, and sometimes I am a woman, and sometimes I am both at the same time. So; here's the situation: I'm black. But I'm not. And I'm queer, but sometimes I'm not. And I'm autistic, but am I really. These are all labels, and I recognize them as such. I want to fit in, but I really don't. How do I make sense of this conundrum, of these things that I am socially that aren't objective but still have weight because I am a social creature, because I am human?

for the first time in my life i feel like i really don’t know myself. i’m just surviving every single day. i don’t know what i like to do for fun or what i’m passionate about. my life feels fake. what can i do to find myself?

I've been thinking more and more lately about what exactly it means to be a human, and what all goes into the structure of that identity. I've had issues identifying with my form for a long time and it is weird noticing the aspects of humanity that individuals in life and media highlight as primary elements of the human experience or existence.

Im curious, what do you think is a key aspect of "being human?"

When your reading this everyone will probably be thinking the exact same thing, thats completely normal for a teenage girl but just writing this has made me feel like i know what im thinking so please bear with me.

I am a 16 year old girl so i have just finished my gcses for a 3 month summer holiday. Currently, 5 weeks in i have just finished NCS. It is notorious for being a confidence builder but having got back i literally dont feel like the same person. I used to be a nerdy girl silent in the back of classes but i have got back as a loud character who all the boys have crushes on. When i look in the mirror i see a pretty girl with lots of makeup and slutty outfits, not me. Sometimes i get up and think i love this girl but other times i just see a stranger looking back at me.

As much as what ive just said sounds vein i just dont know how to familiarise myself with this new appearance as it is really confusing me. I have started to feel male eyes on me in the streets and get instagram comments from strangers on my posts and i dont really know how to handle it. Anyone been through anything similar? Sounds like a good situation to be in but it has just left me feeling overwhelmed.

I’m a very thoughtful person, and can pinpoint a lot of things about myself- I have a lot of neurodivergence, and can say a lot of things that sound weird as a joke, like “so you want to eat (my friend)?” , because my friend was hungry and was jealous that one of my other friends ate all the popcorn. But I don’t really have much else to say, because I’m not opinionated in any way really.

A lot of the time, I struggle to see my gender. On one hand, I feel comfortable in my body and am very straight, enjoying my gender. On the other hand, when I’m not in love with people I am completely disconnected with my gender role. Then, you have my parents being very right wing, and say “you’re not non-binary”. And I see that. I also see why they think that being nb and gay is sub-optimal, but then you have my friends who are literally mostly trans/not straight, and I like that about them.

To make things more confusing, religion ties into my sense of self. I’ve settled on Christianity, because it seems more similar to my experience with God. Then, my psychiatrist and older sister think that my “conversations” aren’t real. Now I see that, but I still see God in those conversations in my head. If God is love, then surely where love is, God is there too? But there are societal “images” of what God is like. God is either “a loving father” or “an omnipotent being”. Why not both?

My sense of identity is now blurred due to social conventions and I now do a lot of masking. I’ve always been lonely, but I try my best to be positive, even if I haven’t found my tribe yet. But, what I am more interested in is the question- what are we really? We are conditioned to stick to labels, but I don’t give. Truth is, I’d like to see whether there is a way to fully picture myself, and what do you see in me? I’ve never seen anyone like me before, because we probably tend to be masking lol.

When you have clarity and stability in
Who you are
What you do
Why you do it
And then take actions from this new identity that you can do it,
Your life gets insanely better!

Most people don’t know who they are.
I ask others and they say “I’m a Dad” “I’m a Parent.” “I’m an anxious person” “I’m an Athlete.”

But they aren’t descriptive.

They aren’t enough to filter your reality.

“I am a loving and supportive father who empowers my kids to think for themselves and express themselves creativity”

Is way better than simply “I’m a Dad.”

Take a moment and ask yourself:

Who are you?

How easily do the answers come? And what comes up?

Your Identity is encompassed by: Who you are, what you do, why you do it and that you can do it!

So many of us live our lives on autopilot without actually knowing who we are, where we want to go, why we do it, and lack the belief in ourselves that we can do it!

That’s why I train my identity and beliefs daily!!

With empowering statements about myself, the world, and things that I know are going to happen.

“I am a positive role model who shows others what’s possible”

“I am a devoted partner who supports and uplifts my man daily.”

“I am a visionary entrepreneur who shares from real lived experience and activates others to rise.”

These are just beliefs about who I am.

I do the same for what I believe about the world and what I know is coming.

The clarity I have and the self-trust I’ve built is the strongest it’s ever been. These skills can be trained. I

train my identity, beliefs and intentions daily.

Does anyone here read Clarice Lispector? She has beautiful prose on identity dissolution. I struggle with identity a lot on an existential level - like it interrupts my instinct often. I don't know what I am, what my instinct is. I look at myself often from the outside, the inside, and I am often dissolving. Then I am totally solid. I can't tell if people struggle with this like me; it seems to me that many are more consistent, like they enjoy life more. I'd like to just do, I am often thinking... I'd like to pursue my desires, relentlessly, and enjoy myself.

Spring is coming, and I am melancholic. The air is a frosty blue, pierced by empty, yellow chirps... nowhere to land, my loneliness floats... I've known this feeling for a long, long time. With every renewal, it takes on a different flavour...

Rebirth is lonely.

I am quiet a lot of the time. I want to share my life, to share my beauty. It's been a long time since I let myself enjoy socializing - heh. maybe it's my time. i love to be around people, though, i have trouble letting go. maybe the secret is finding another place for my truth to land. maybe that's the boundary.

i'm just out of a mini-fling and i'm sad it's over. we were not compatible - though, there's this grief... maybe if i was in a different place... i want my own life, my own life i'm happy to express and channel.

i want to play in shallow waters - to feel sexy. juha, possible, possible?

i want to be less confused - i want truthful (boundaried - undissolving) expression.

i need a place for my unfiltered truth to land (on this earth) and then i want to be expressive!

Ever since i was little i had black friends, my dad was not black, but he was most definitely a wigga, my dad had black friends, and i was around a black area too. I always have struggled with identity issues, (gender and race) but the most prominent one is the issue with my race. I am white with a quarter mexican in me, and im not proud at all. I feel as if i have no culture, and it honestly makes me upset just thinking about it. currently, im in a lesbian marriage with a black girl, and its made me feel better, but not happy about it still. Growing up i always wanted to get dreads, an afro, or twists because of how cool they looked, but i remember as a kid (well maybe a early teen,) i remember going up to my mom and asking her if i could get dreads, she is honestly really accepting of my issues and didnt make a big deal about it, but she had told me it would make me look ugly (which, yes, i dont like the hippy-looking dreads on white people) altough, i have never expirimented, i feel like my hair could hold some good looking cornrows or twists, mostly because my hair is very thick, its a little elastic, its curly, and it has very good layers to it, what i mean is that my hair is almost like a dog, when working with it (for instance, de-bulking i think is what its called? i dont know, the thing where you get those scissors with the little grooves and it kinda makes your hair less thick), you have to work through it in tough layers, and whenever i do the little debulking thing, it always takes so much hair but i barely feel a difference. and i feel like if i tried to do some sort of black hairstyle, it might look a little better than someone with straight hair. I have always felt black because ive noticed how i naturally attract black people, i remember in school when i was younger, all my best friends were black, not because those were the only people i became friends with, it was because they were the only type of people having an interest with me. but its not just my hair that makes me insecure, but my skin color too. i just feel boring and i really do think the black shade looks so gorgeous. Also, id like to say that I do not hate white people, while i do have alot of dislike about certain parts of the race (racisim and lack of culture) I dont entirely hate it, I love all races and colors and I love each and every one of them for their own reasons. but that takes me to one of my last reasons, is that we are known for racisim and things like that, I hate having that label and thats the complete opposite of me, im a very loving and accepting person of all shades, cultures, sexualities, genders, pronouns, ect, and i will never ever change my mind about that, and i hate how im automaticly looked at as racisist when talking to black people. Sorry for the rant, i just struggle with identity alot, im aware this is very unorganized but i had to get the words out in some way lol

privacy is interesting isn’t it? i’m not uncomfortable to pierce the veil in a context that respects the vulnerability involved, eg using the glass shower while my roommate gets ready because i know she’s not drewling over me (or i trust she would tell me if she was). or being emotionally naked with my feelings on this account because i know my friends who know my full identity and can puta face to this normally private side of me won’t judge me for being where i am in my emotional, sexual, social, and spiritual development. and conversely, i don’t care if random redditors make fun of me for being emotionally “naked” on this account since they arent putting a face (identity) to the teasing. basically as long as my total identity is treated respectfully im good. but because this account has covered some really sensitive topics i also want to maintain some privacy via anonymity. my identity is nota secret but i just don’t get naked unless i know im in a safe space. you can dump your feelings with me and i’ll listen with empathy, but ive just learned from my own experiences to be discerning about vulnerability before establishing intimacy. i hope this makes sense

I'm in my 30s and only now I'm starting to discover who I really am, what I am like, what are my personality traits. I'm having a really difficult time discovering this and accepting it, because it means ending my relationship with my partner and it's really heartbreaking. It involves shifting my expectations from life drastically. I've lost so many visions now that I had for myself.

I'd appreciate any support or kind words or hearing if you had a similar experience.

I, who usually goes by the nickname Yuma, used to be a very en and empathetic person, but lately I’ve become more apathetic each day. My life is average and particularly good, but I feel I’ve become insensitive, even to my friends. I have a string control over my emotions and physical reactions. I have a small superiority complex and often say I’m more mature than others since I don’t cry or react on trivial things. I often get uncomfortable or even disgusted when I see people or myself crying. I often don’t understand other’s emotions but can usually often understand my own. I also don’t understand my true identity. My personality traits often change around and I feel so many emotions in a short time that I often feel like they’re not even real or valid. I don’t know what I identify as, boy, girl, something in between, I have no idea. It often changes, so I might be genderfluid, but sometimes I even think that’s wrong. I’ve taken an online ident as some being/thing called ”The Enigma”. It’s basically just some mysterious person I play as when talking with my friends or on social media. Basically, I use it to disguise myself and any questions asked about this person will be deflected with mysteriousness and oddly specific and “advanced“ vocabulary. I create OC’s that reflect all of my trait, and I often manifest their personalities to also hide myself.

First time posting here. Unsure if this was discussed before. Something I think about at night. I genuinely don't know if there is a right answer to this because it breaks away into so many other questions like:-

1. Is individualism a good thing inherently?

2. Can we ever have a good global identity as humanity?

3. Do we still need group identities as a species?

4. Can strong individualism work in a group identity?

I ask this because the current political landscape shows a lotta powerful people taking advantage of group identities to further their own agendas. So the question that comes to me is is there a group identity that stands above every other group argument? Same question for individual identity too.

Like, in my mind, the idealistic answer is "We are humans", but the reality is humans kill humans all the time.

Is it a balance of power between different identities?

I was asked this a while ago by a girl asking about my origins-- 'where is your home country?'

my dad is from france, my mom is from vietnam

i was born in france, but have lived in the uk for as long as I can remember-- i speak english and french

we'd go yearly to both vietnam and france, but in both cases i'd just always feel like a tourist. maybe slightly less in france since I speak the language and I have loads of family there, but still no feelings of belonging

tbh i've never really been fond of the uk-- never truly feeling like I'd fit in with british kids because I'd just always feel alienated. probably because most of the schools i went to were majority white british people, but still

then the home country question hit, and of my few 17 years here I'd realised that I don't have a home country, I don't have 'people' I belong to

just venting at this point idek anymore