We are so utterly dependant on everything around us and who and what came before us and formed us in the most literal sense of the word, that I think pride just does not make sense.
And being proud of ‘a country’ is even more shaky. Its just a concept, a thought that one is proud of. Or does the pride really end with the last person, the final inch inside the border?
The minute enough people in a country start feeling that way the country no longer exists
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