To be a little more clear, I changed the object from "of Kava" to "of Kava Drinkers."
At first, we might feel like transplants to an alien world of islands and oceans.
Over time, though, kava becomes part of who we are. On a physical level, we develop reverse tolerance and maybe even dermopathy. On a cultural level, we develop a respect for kava, carefully choosing our serving vessels, our music, and our ambiance to enhance the kava experience.
We may not be Ni-Vanuatu, but we drink Vanuatu. We may not be Hawaiian, but we drink Hawaiian. We may not be Fijian, but we drink Fijian. We drink kava, and the kava does more than sooth our muscles and restore our tired and frayed nerves.
While kava will rarely, if ever, make one stupid drunk (if anything, a high kavain strain will act as a nootropic agent), it will change one's outlook. It erases pessimism and worry, and opens up a sense of wonder and beauty.