no·men·cla·ture (nō’mən-klā’chər, nō-měn’klə-) Pronunciation Key
n. ~ A system of names used in an art or science.
Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, 1594:
JULIET:
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
That which we call ourselves:
The name by which we call our nature:
Wouldst thouest call thyself
Lover?
Friend?
Enemy?
Oh, Lost Soul: blank slate of naivety
Thouest wouldst portend thyself:
Cast thy runes
Show the cards
Read the fortune for this human’s art
Clap thy hands – signify – whilst the echo departs…
Divinity: call beings by their nature
But oh, fine human, how art thou sure?
That by naming, thou hast claimed the spirit?
Would the fleeting glimpse permit…
Thy innermost heart to show?
No..
My friend
This quest goes on,
Without end
And has traversed the ages
By speaking out loud
Proud
What you claim as self, truthfully
Does this mean what we see
Is all there is to be?
In naming what we perceive, we limit:
In the clumsy grasp of understanding’s remit:
In the desire to hold, we close
Our hands around the fragile wings
The flitting moth
Dust shatters – shedding
And as it falls, dissipates
The spirit breaks
free
these brutal bounds
And…
soundless
without word
without name
moves on:
In naming; I limit
In hoping; I blind
In needing; I await
In knowing; in mind
In loving, then,
There is no division
No limit, nor blindness
Nor ache, nor emptiness
Full is the knowledge,
Without definition,
Of my hearts happiness.
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