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The Power of a Name
Sami Silk
What do you do when you hold the power of a name in the palm of your hand?
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When you see the flutter of a wing, or the tip of a tail, or a peeking nose in the corner of your eye?
And how can we claim to have discovered something new, when everything around us, seen or unseen, is always new?
Always new, and yet impossibly old, just a cluster of atoms, reshaped and reused to be found by a wondering gaze or a curious glance.
Who am I, who are you, to name this creature who is anciently organic, like living compost?
Who are we to do so, when we ourselves are no different?
We, too, are living compost, ever-changing beings and so always new.
