In your capacity as a self-aware being, you can look in a mirror and identify yourself. You can also look into memory to find your reflections. The difference, of course, is that the mirror image shows a physical being whose form allows easy recognition, whereas memory shows you a construct that changes as you lose and alter perceptions of your past or fictionalize them by adding bits of your present and expectations.
 
In your capacity as a creator of identity you continuously make revisions that are combinations of experience, inclination, response, and desire. No “deistic” distant and uninvolved creator, you are instead active in the universe you create. Not so with everyone. Some do little creating (or re-creating) because they are satisfied with their handiwork or because in dependency they give others the capacity to create their identities for them.
 
How involved are you in your capacity as re-creator? Is your complete involvement the sine qua non of your identity? 

If you go to a high school sports event, you will hear a representative disgruntled fan (usually a parent) who disagrees with just about every call an umpire, referee, or official makes against the team the fan supports. Often such fans are somewhat noisy in their complaints, even insulting.
 
Antonio Vivaldi is probably the best known composer of baroque music, and his works, especially parts of The Four Seasons, have served as background music in TV programs and movies. You go to a movie, you hear his music, and it seems to be the perfect fit for the scene, even though the same music has been used in other productions to convey slightly different moods. Because his work is well known, you hear nothing new in the repetitions, and you know what to expect—pleasingly expect.
 
Through the years and seasons and from place to place, disgruntled fans seem to reappear. Yes, their shapes and names change, but they play the same music, a harsh cacophony of relentless jibes at sports officials who receive little or even no compensation for their time and efforts. Their discordant sounds usually negatively affect the emotions of others intent on enjoying the game and supporting the players.  
 
The next time you hear that cacophony in the stadium, in the office, in the home, or on the street, think The Four Seasons, music admired by people around the world, music that accompanies works of art, stage plays, TV programs, and films. Some of the notes produced by screeching voices of fans and tones of angry people are the same notes that Vivaldi incorporated into the violins of his pieces, though not as screeching. In fact, in every screech, there’s a pitch that lies also in some great work of music. The partial songs that fans compose are nothing more than bit parts, an isolated note here, a measure there, that they repeat without the control of a conductor or knowledge of a total musical composition. Nor do they know that in their insults they include that which elsewhere can be great music. If one intends to make a sound, why not make one that pleases people across the world?
 
Would you prefer to listen to Vivaldi rather than to a disgruntled fan? Whereas some might choose to make or hear only screeching, you can choose to hear Vivaldi.