What is indigenous?

I wonder if indigenous exists? It seems to me that the word is full of contradictions. It very well might me a condition that has been made up by our western experience of believing that we are lost? Are we lost? It certainly appears that way when I look around at the condition of this city and the quality of our lives in it. Yet the solutions are not beyond or far reaching, rather exist in the ramble and debris of our own back yards. Indigenous has been a topic of discussion between us Think Tank directors. (we have only nibbled.) I have come to the conclusion (for the moment of course) that there is nothing about my condition that makes me indigenous and I see no need to change that. I think we strive for this pre-ordianed status in order to some how feel that we legitimately belong. It is also tied up with the belief in the virtues of the authentic and the original. I laugh at this notion-the original and the new! Innovation is interesting, but newness for newness sake-oh so modern, such illusion. Is the modern reaching for the original really a regressing to the lost paradise? Interesting to think about the connections between the word original and origins. Perhaps we moderns are not so modern at all.