To be Unnamed

A yearning burns within to be unnamed. A name comes with a history, a repertoire, a predisposition. There are heights undefined. These unmeasurable heights become the deepest valleys. The journey within is not contained by directions or orientations.

To be unnamed is to sacrifice. A real sacrifice; not one made to gain approval, admiration, or honor. A real sacrifice is to molt. Shed the skin that binds and transform. Breathe in the eternal change and become momentum itself. Never become static. A name freezes and simplifies. A name kills momentum.