Hi there, I’m Moses. What’s your name?
Because I can’t just call you Flame.
I am.
Hell, yes, I know you are,
but what do I call you? God?
That’s a generic English term
for something not of this universe.
If you say so. You are God!
Must you call me that?
It’s what we do. We name;
taxonomise, distil, compress,
recognise, contextualise, synthesise,
abstract, arrange and analyse.
Our brains are incapable of conceptualising unity
and so we must name everything we see:
breads, fishes, mountains, gods.
And what if I refuse a name?
Your wish is my command, oh Lord,
unless I just invent you,
give you a gestalt. Then I could say,
I know God personally.
Do this and don’t do that,
and everyone will think I must be...
What?
Right. Okay, no name.
It’s clever, that.
Good marketing ploy.
You just don’t get it, do you?
How’s about burning me down
a few commandments, God?
Do it yourself!
No — Come back!
It’s in our nature.
You — Above All —
should know that.
