Each of us, in intimate self-contemplation, thinks himself unique, singular, knowing and right; yet, we congregate like lemmings, who...not so unlike dragon lizards.....inflate this part or that or this thought or another....in conjunction with our not-so-particular genetic proclivities.....that we might be 'viewed', with some focus of intentions, toward our presentation...as worthy of the spotlights and microphones......scripted with the moment's words and postures.....yet, there is little profound variation....for even deep 'thought' variation produces long-range genetic Change...impatient, we may be, but remember....it took a billion years for us to leave the primordial swamps...just to walk on our back fins, drop our gill slits and flare our rather insensitive nostrils, you know.....And now, we can even 'read' & 'write' and develop rudimentary logic circuits to analyze the rhetoric and constructs of other humans......But, we are still 'naming', then 'name-calling', then locking horns, fins, and intellectual appendages with even those we love the most......the old lizard brains, still running the show from our ancient brain stems, are still recalcitrant harbingers of Ancient, ingrained Ways and Means of temporary satisfactions through the naming and defining of Everything.........Rise UP.....there's plenty of room to 'grow'....That's why there are still 'plates' of bony cranium that expand from microdots of neurons to wherever it is that we're going from the protection of caves and trees, then islands and tall precipices, .......Who knows what tomorrows bring.......For even 'tomorrow' is a projection, isn't it, of probabilities and wish-fulfilling prophesies, imagined in the smoke rises, that we will then name, as though to make the projections seem 'real' and the smoke, Gods.....
The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
"The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name."
