During dinner, after spending a weekend hearing words like "loyalty", "duty", "sacrifice" spoken in relation to citizensip and national identity, it occurred to me that it was possible to think of your nation as the beloved to whom you offer all your efforts.
And the state of which one became citizen, was the state that would accept the offerings.
It is enough that the beloved accepts.
But I did not say this to anyone. Because I could tell that I was already on the verge of being dismissed as the raving lunatic artist in the room (I swear, the things I said were very tame. Really.)