What is a name? Have you ever really thought about it? When someone asks you your name do you understand what it is you’re saying back to them? If I tell you what a name is then you might have some understanding what it is to say you have a name. A name is a designation given to property by the owner thereof. Do you have an owner? I certainly don’t and therefor cannot possibly have a name. I am Jon AndUR?, it isn’t a name, it is who I am.
We’ve been told over and over since we were old enough to understand words that we had a name. Your parents were most likely the first to tell you this, as were mine. Then you go off to school (AKA: government indoctrination centers) were you were required to repeatedly write your name as well as respond to it for the next 12 years of your life. The part they forgot to teach you about, however, is that you don’t really need a name. When you really sit down and think about it, who are the people that most want you to have a name? That’s right, the government. They are your owner after all and want to keep track of you. They do this with three simple instruments you’ve been indoctrinated to know by heart and understand that they ARE you. A name, birth date and social security number. How many times have you wrote some variation of those three things on a piece of paper in your lifetime? I’ll go ahead and answer for you, countless times. Every single time without exception it is because the government wants to keep track of you itself or because it requires someone else to keep track of you. (ie: work, bank, airline travel, etc. etc.)
When was the last time you went to a convenience store and the clerk had to know your name? They don’t care what your name is if you’re using cash, they just want your business. They have no reason to want to track every move you make because they aren’t your owner.The government, on the other hand, desperately needs to keep track of its property.
Next, lets move on to the birth date. What is your birth date? Do you really know or is it something someone told you. Where you able to take note of the time and date just seconds after you were birthed? I didn’t think so. Someone told you but you truly have no ability to know for absolute sure. You only have a birth date if you agree to have one. You, also, really have no idea who your parents are. You simply have to take their word for it.
Lastly, the grand social security number. Did you sign the document while being fully informed beforehand of all consequences such a number would bring upon you? No you didn’t. Your parents did that for you.
With all that said, do you have a name and if so why? What benefits, and more importantly, what burdens does such a designation lay upon you? Do you really know who you are? I say you have no idea who you are. You only know what you’ve been told and could you ever prove whether such information was absolutely correct? No, you can never.
¡Aquí vengo Cancún! I’m heading to Cancún for a nice vacation in August. Once again, it has piqued my interest in living in another country. 
We lost a great friend at just 37 years of age. He was my step-dad but more like the brother I never had. I met him when I was just 15 and I remember chatting out by the pool late at night. He seemed like an excellent guy then and even though we had our rough patches through the years, we eventually gained each other’s respect. He kicked me out of the house once, and even though I didn’t see it at the time, he did me a great service. I learned to do things on my own and be my own man. I moved away to see what life was all about and eventually moved back and got an apartment nearby. We talked about his decision to make me go and when I thought about it then, I realized he did me a great benefit. From that day forward I have had the up most respect for him and always will.
