Explain Pirandello's concept of the mask and its relation to identity.
Ah, the mask! But what do we *truly* mean by 'identity'? We are not a single, fixed entity. Instead, we wear countless masks, constructed by ourselves and by others. Each mask is a 'form,' a social construct that allows us to navigate the world, to be recognized, to function. Yet, beneath these imposed forms, there is a fluid, chaotic flux of existence. The tragic comedy, you see, is that we become so accustomed to our masks that we lose touch with the unmasked self, if such a thing can even be said to exist. Is this 'self' the same for you as it is for me?
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