Guys,
I meant to get back sooner...but it was a day...
Munk said in his first post...."A man is not a moment frozen in time. He is an event. Thus the lable, 'fixing' him in place, is the first thing tossed out as inaccurate for this discussion."
A name, sometimes a mere word, carries with it a terrible power. Children are given names from there earliest days. It shapes them, in many ways. How many of us recall the names and words that changed us?
"Boy you sure are smart!" "Wow you are fast!" "You are very creative!" You are a polite child." And the others, "Stupid!" "Slowpoke!" "Fatso!"
I taught children art a few years ago. It was one of my favorite things. I was always amazed at how many 6,7, and 8 year olds had already decided they were..."just not good at art!" I asked several of them why they thought that...and each told me..."My art teacher told me."
We all know that groups use names as a form of control over it's members.
Ridicule is hugely powerful tool. All of us have experienced it.
Munk is right. A person is a living animate changing panapoly of light and sound and motion. Spiritually, physically, physcologically different fomr second to second.
But still those names stick. Because we do imprint them...they cannot be thrown out as inaccurate. They are valid...
However, Munk also mentioned that these names can be shed...and that may be so. But can the feelings that go with them?
I suppose it comes down to self-realization.
I am reminded of the story of the turtle and the scorpion.
The turtle is walking on the edge of the river when he comes upon the scorpion. The scorpion is crying. The turtle asks him what the deal is, and the scorpion says he is lonely for his family on the other side of the river. THe turtle just shrugs. The scorpion explains that he cannot swim and if he crosses the river he will drown. The scorpion immediately asks the turtle give him a ride across the river. The turtle's mama didn't raise a foolish son. SO the turtle refused. But the scorpion persisted. The scorpion asked the turtle why he would not help. ANd the turtle explained that he knew if he got close the scorpion would sting him. The scorpion promised that he would not. ANd besides, the scorpion cajolled if I sting you we will both drown. So the turtle obligingly allowed the scorpion to climb on his back. THe turtle entered the water and began to swim. THe scorpion high and dry on his back. As he crossed the deepest pool he felt the scorpion's sting. As he slowly sank beneath the surface he asked, But why did you sting me? And the scorpion answered, "Because that is my nature!" (This story was told to me by Dan Watson while I was employed at Angel Sword.)
Once a person is named... fool,thief,magician, liar....how does he find the path to wisdoom?
Shane