What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.
Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.
It’s never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is, it doesn’t hurt you.