From the poem Ozymandias by Percy Shelley:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I'm currently working on a short story not really about names but regarding them and thought I'd try and bring a discussion to get some ideas flowing. I want to discover what names hold, either to the individual or the masses. Why do so many cultures treat and give names differently? Is there a universal connection between all names? If not, does that mean names are most important to the individual? Does everything have its own name? Where does meaning come from?
These lines are taken from one of my favorite poems and they explore themes of eternity and decay, power and civilization. All that is left of the once great pharaoh is a pile of rubble, some engraved words, and a very distant legacy. The power his name once commanded is literally blown over by the desert sands and his message is direct: "Your power won't last either, you'll be forgotten too."
Is the name the last thing to go? After our legacies have long been forgotten, will our names still surface? But without our legacy, can just our names truly evoke the spirit/essence of our lives? I don't think so. I think once the name is separated from a legacy, once it creates no connection to flesh or deed, the name is dead. In the poem Shelley suggests that art is the only thing safeguarding Ozymandias' name. It is his statue in the sand that we understand as him, not any of his work, just a stone representation of his face, the connection between his name and his body.
So can names act as a symbol for the connecting force between our bodies and our souls/minds (whatever you want to call it)? Are our names just a symbol for self?
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
And yet our names remain words, they are only symbols for self. Does true identity exist in a realm where words have no meaning?
What are your thoughts? Where do names end and people begin? Is Mark Twain the same as Samuel Clemens? Is Bob Dylan the same as Robert Zimmerman? Is Yahweh the same as God?
Maybe there's an infinite list of names inside each of us.