For no particular reason, this morning I made a weird connection I would like to share with you people.
A while ago I was reading this:
“A name isn’t a person,” Ga said. “Don’t ever remember someone by their name. To keep someone alive, you put them inside you, you put their face on your heart. Then, no matter where you are, they’re always with you because they’re part of you.” He put his hands on their shoulders. “It’s you that matter, not your names. It’s the two of you I’ll never forget.”
from ‘The Orphan Master’s Son‘
by Adam Johnson
On the balcony of the Capulets Mansion, more than four hundreds years ago, Juliet already declaimed to the night something not much different:
“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.”
from ‘Romeo and Juliet’
Act 2, Scene 2
by William Shakespeare
Of course, Juliet’s situation is a bit more dramatic.
Anyway, the questions stands, is a Name really so important?