Wilbur Abrams III
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Down the hallway a figure walks. Where is it? A corner, and he turns. There it is, in front of him. All horns and teeth and fear. Fear of the Unknown, the Undiscovered, the Unnamed.

When you name something you solidify it, define it, humanize it. It becomes set in reality and is no longer a fluid thought or emotion, changing with your fears.

He sees it and extends his hand, a gesture of placation, empathy, knowledge.

“I name you,” he says, and then speaks its name. It is defined, solid, permanently set into being. It is less powerful now, less fear-inducing.

The figure, satisfied, moves back to the shadows of the mind.

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