We do not have any real names. Do we? What people call me by is an accumulation of varied audible and inaudible frequency sound vibrations on my ear drum that creates a sensation matching a pattern stored in my brain neurons so that the resemblance with certain parts of that pattern cause a neural connection within my brain making me feel that I am called and my motor neurons tell my vocal chords and lungs to act in a synchronization so as to reproduce another pattern what we call “yes”. Then my ears again check the same pattern so as to confirm what I produced was right or wrong. In the meantime I have forgotten that I am not my name. It is just my habit to enact this seen when certain criteria are met in my environment. I live by my habits. I do everything that I do because on some point or the other I was told to follow the pattern of the behavior and actions as a response to a certain input.

This is the origin of ME trying to live as a consequence of my environment, a mere consequence. That’s why I am humble. Even if I do not act so or say so or behave so. I seek what I do not know. I know that I should not know. If I try I will shatter my own dream, of this reality.

What is there in name? A process, a consequence, a result and a point to point at.