“What’s in a name?” one may ask. A legacy, a history, a nation, a species… The very identity of a thing is captured partly within a name (and partly in face, reputation, at cetera). Doesn’t this matter still – maybe more than ever before with the new movements and trends currently being popularized? How are we supposed to know who our brothers and comrades are without the linguistic designations necessary to tell us apart from one another? How can a family stand without names like “Father” and “Mother”? How are we supposed to know who we want to marry or mate with if we do not have the linguistic or grammatical correctness to know what we are looking at or talking to? How can we know who we are and who we are happy with if we don’t have the correct words to separate ourselves from whatever groups or individuals we are not as well as those we dislike, hate, don’t get along with, or even are so different as to appear to be an entirely different species from? These are just a few cases where names are necessary. Of course, accepting names means some undesirable ones will show up eventually, and that’s fine. It helps us to distinguish between “good” and “bad” as well as “likeable” and “unlikeable” and other such things.

(I suppose if one removed all negative things, even only in language, the positive ones would cease to exist (in a way) because there would be nothing to compare them to. Just a thought…)