You have no name. I asked you what your name was and you told me that it didn’t matter. There’s nothing I can address you by – you have no name. How can this be? What is my relation to you then, if ‘you’ ceases to exist? Shall I then create a name for you, put it up on your forehead and call you that? Oh but that would be so misleadingly untrue for I very well know that that isn’t your name. You go by a very different one, albeit unspeakable. How can the ‘I’ come to fruition if the ‘you’ is not there to supply it with nutrients essential for its manifestation? Then there would be no way of referring to myself and that which stands before me. For, the thought and, therefore, utterance of ‘I’ or ‘you’ will only serve to create the image suspended in my mind. You are the mirror. The mirror without its frame and edges – without my even being able to call it a mirror – for the idea of ‘mirror’ was created in my mind. And any reference to it would simply and merely be a recollection of this idea. Any form of recollection is just data stored in the mind: it’s not what is actually standing before me. Every reference – every association made using my memory – blankets the thing or object that I readily observe with my mind. Like plasticine that moulds itself into almost any shape and form, so do thoughts replicate themselves in a similar manner. Therefore, my perception of this ‘mirror’ is the plasticine that was moulded by my mind. And, I can safely say that it is not a ‘mirror’ but what simply is. My mind’s thoughts can then be extracted from my mind and isolated in a vacuum, where they remain unperturbed until the mind decides to reclaim them by sticking labels on them. By labelling them, we have inadvertently created extensions of ourselves. Then, however these creations appear to us reflect upon our current state of mind – our existence in this current point in time. Mind and its thoughts are all that which we are. Then what isn’t? What is the unspeakable that is the form and substance of our minds and thoughts, the physical human body and its physiological responses, and leaves and their chlorophyll? Without any reference to their identities, what are they? In the entirety of their existence, what are they? And even as I’m asking these questions, I am inadvertently moulding new thoughts, which means that my existence is also being extended by them. My name is the mind and its thoughts. Anything that ‘I’ wants to be referred to as can be created – or nothing at all. I have no name.