The mangosteen (Garcinia mangostana) is a tropical evergreen tree with edible fruit native to Maritime Southeast Asia, from the Malay Peninsula to Borneo. It is grown mainly in Southeast Asia, southwest India, and other tropical areas such as Colombia, Puerto Rico and Florida, where the tree has been introduced. The fruit is sweet and tangy, juicy, somewhat fibrous, with fluid-filled vesicles (like the flesh of citrus fruits), with an inedible, deep reddish-purple colored rind (exocarp) when ripe. In each fruit, the fragrant edible white flesh that surrounds each seed is the endocarp, the inner layer of the ovary, and is roughly the same shape and size as a tangerine, about 4 to 6 centimetres (1.5 to 2.5 inches) in diameter. This photograph, which was focus-stacked from 22 individual images, shows two mangosteens, one whole, and the other halved to expose the endocarp.Photograph credit: Ivar Leidus
It's always nice to see people or yourself as belonging to categories. Here are some categories that I myself proudly belong to, it helps me become an indentitist trying to identify with an identity:
See more fun ones at Wikipedia:Userboxes/Beliefs, especially in the history of the article, because a lot of cool and funny boxes are getting deleted by admins without a good sense of humor.
Just in case you didn't get it, it was a joke. Being something, standing up for soemthing, even if it's anti antiness, is what you could call having principles. Cervantes said only the man who fights for his principles is truly alive, even if his hero ends up fighting a lot of windmills. Still, I detest being labeled anything. See what Sartre's take on this. By the way, as opposed to his own preaching, even he belonged to some categories, and could be labeled as something as opposed to something else. Opposed is a root of many of the problems of the human condition, because being labeled into a category is one thing, being opposed to something is quite different. See what happens when you want everything [my way], instead of letting a man be his way, in the name of preemption. Here's another angle on the whole topic, Honey, pass the bombs.