The moment something is named, it begins to degrade. We see this all the time. When there is an intention to do something, and it is voiced, the desire to achieve that goal dissipates. When we speak of love, and our heart gets bruised, the reaction may be to foster animosity.
Naming something limits its capacity, it places it in a box in which it cannot grow properly.
I am reminded of the beginning,
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
Is this the point at which life itself began to deteriorate? I know the story … yet life today shows us constantly that naming something takes away its power.
Strange, isn’t it? On the one hand, if something is not named, it would never be … on the other, once named, it begins to fade.
Oh, the dilemma.
Perhaps this is the way it is meant to be, so the cycle of ever lasting learning and evolving continues.