who are you? it doesn't matter

persons x, y and z all have hands and this is the story of them.

person x
   HANDS:
    feel like: hot humid wind
    taste like: an egg cooking in butter on a sidewalk
    smell like: tears and sweet milk-bread  
    sound like: bees buzzing flowers

person y
   HANDS:
    feel like: a splash of burning hot oil
    taste line: a strawberry grown in manure 
    smell like: whiskey and muddled tree sap
    sound like: scratchy records

person z
   HANDS:
    feel like: shadows in the dark night
    taste like: the best oyster shot
    smell like: roses on a hot summer night
    sound like: a pick on a banjo

these hands are my hands; these hands are your hands; these hands are their hands.

person x... their hands are attached to the meaning of meanings and the goal of a goal.
person y... their hands may not be attached to their mind, but they are attached to their soul.
person z... their hands are connected to their driven spirit and ultimate understating of perspective.

so which one are you?

and now you know... you can not be categorized.