A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…
but that which is embryonic and mercurial and yet undefined is intangible. Still sweet, but abstruse and therefore unnerving.
We need labels. They give us a sense of security. We cannot live comfortably in the realm of unknowing.
A name imbues meaning and significance. With words God breathed life and filled the emptiness of space with light, land, and sky. Ann Voskamp reminds us that the first man’s first task was to identify the animals, “releasing the land from chaos, from the teeming, indefinable mass. Naming offers the gift of recognition. “
A definition imparts substance to that which has no essence. A name would manifest purpose, coalescing a real relationship into existance. Until then, it’s still a relationship, though I’m not sure what to call it.
Three gentlemen asked me just this week, “I’d like to take you out on a date. Are you seeing anyone?” My response: “Not really, kind of, sort of-ish, it’s hard to explain you see.”
‘Tis better to err on the side of caution and be patient. Just respond and let him lead. This is what I must keep telling myself. I long to feel something real but just as the nature of what we are is impalpable because it’s “too early to tell,” anything conceived predevelopment would be counterfeit.
Time will tell. Until then, I will enjoy that which is undefined.