The postmodernist goes on to suggest that just as we cannot communicate with others, so we are also unable to communicate with ourselves. Internally as well as externally, we are a mass of conflicting discourses, none of which we can judge as right or wrong. As a result we cannot be certain who we are. We cannot value good and bad, right and wrong, because those words convey no firm significance or meaning. Individual identity and decision making is therefore seen as illusory.
Postmodernism accepts that the self is fragmented and fluid.
There is no concept of what it means to be human and gender is infinitely flexible - words like mutancy, chaos, the decentred ego, fluidity are in vogue. The death of God has been followed 100 years later by the death of the human. All that we have left is to continually make and remake ourselves, late 20th C. Madonnas with channel-surfing identities in an unstable world. A Response a. God made us in His image.