<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><title>Comte de Sats Germain wrote</title><author_name>Comte de Sats Germain (npub12h…9qpsf)</author_name><author_url>https://yabu.me/npub12h6h8dj3ale4rk6hkpsp6gcz9kx9xtucyhd3pftn86lnn0j25gdsa9qpsf</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://yabu.me</provider_url><html>Well said. You can go even further, though. Names separate you from the true nature of things. A name represents a mental model, which you are familiar with and possibly even a little bored with. But how was it when you were a little kid, exploring the world? Salamanders were dragons! The floor was lava! The pillows stacked up were a fort! But over time, you learned names for everything, and names for parts of things, and for concepts, and more &#34;useful&#34; abstractions. But those things were more real than they are now. Without the name, the thing was the thing in itself ; with the name, you don&#39;t experience the thing anymore. Without a name, you had to observe every feature, and couldn&#39;t compare it with a standard of what things like it ought to be like. That state was fully in the eternal and happy present. </html></oembed>