Once upon a time I had an epiphany. I glimpsed a Posche going the opposite way, and then a perfect form driving it.
I thought, that Porsche created those lines.
Imagine a carousel, and you're holding your ticket, in a line. You mount the zebra, the elephant, the horse, and your ride is designed by your position in line and aboard the carousel.
Anyone might be That's The Girl, or the blonde in the back of the limo on Mulholland Dr, or the brunette in the same position, or the blonde in the bugalow, or the waitress. It all depends where the carousel is when it's your turn to ride.
Identity is strictly a matter of circumstance.