You have probably heard the saying, “I think, therefore I am”. However, that begs the question “What am I”? You have no name and I don’t either. It is all just pretense, just silliness really as though anything we make or call ourselves will stand through eternity. What makes anything what it is? It is all just particles, dust, atoms, ideas or whatever. Names are just names and nothing more. We exist for just a tiny fragment of time, at least in this form and then it drifts on a breeze up to the sky. If the Dao isn’t really the Dao, how can we be what we think we are?