Names
You alone know the oldest name of names for your soul. You alone can give it to those whom you trust not to hold it in power over you.

And you probably have forgotten that name to a degree so obscene you have no idea what I'm talking about.

We humans like to give names to things that we don't understand. We name them so we can control them, so that when they hurt or frighten us we can blame them instead of our own misunderstanding. We can name the world and we can destroy it but it will still escape our control. We can name and cage our brothers, we can demean their instincts and customs; we can tell ourselves we have tamed the Wild Magik.

But we haven't.

That alone exceeds naming and has shaken itself free of every name given to it by man. In eluding us, it has freed every named thing with its own life from our control. We cannot own the sea, we cannot own the sky or the forest or even the smallest flower in a vase. We cannot make them live forever. Even the dancing bear will murder his trainer when the trainer tries to break the deepest, wildest part of him. We have failed to name this force both outside and inside ourselves and, for that, I am glad.

Some who seek do not intend to control or to destroy but to understand. For them too, I am glad. I do not think they will ever find this name of names but their holy search for wisdom has led them down a path of whispered secrets. They are the truly wise and among them walk the Gifted.... those who know part of the encycolpedic verse that is this Name and have recognized it in themselves. This is a True Name and though they be many, each an individual power, they be one.

Do you hear the whisper or are you so determined to name the nameless that you cannot hear it telling you your own name? Are you one of many or one of few?

I let the world take me into the realm of soulless creation, of control and design; of cars and clothes and plastic faces. I let the world take me sometimes and I forget my name. It's sad but sometimes it feels good to let go of the Wild Magic, to bask in the simplicity and stupidity of it all. I like thinking about tan lines and cutlery. I like small talk and anime. I like analyzing my behavior as part of some socio-psychological structure or as a product of memes, DNA, genes. I like all that but it really isn't enough. It's too real. It's hard and cuts like a blade. I need the unnamed and primal magik...

I acknowledge my name. I will share, if you want to listen.

Come away, do you hear the whisper?