Which authenticity even nature precipitates, I think, in the long run. For a culture or nation whose citizens become so enamored with enacting received ideas of who they ought to be, rather than remembering, and then living, who they are, will become so pliable, and so willing to indulge in illusions and self-deceptions for the sake of those things, or for the sake of someone else (which isn’t to say to express personality or individuality, for the sake of necessity or truth), that it will be extinguished or absorbed, at some point, by whatever neighboring or ascendant entity, well-meaning or not, has not diffused itself as thoroughly (as the former has done) by an excess of relativism.