It seems like there is a word for everything. A label to imprison every idea. But most things are a little bit of this and a little bit of that. An infinite spectrum of hues. And in the need to fit yourself somewhere, you will have to chop off parts of yourself. So resist the urge to define. Resist the urge to force yourself into a mold just so that it suits someone’s framework of understanding.
Some things fall beyond the boundaries of comprehension.
Let them be.