There have been three forces in the history of earth under God: there have been those who have named, those who catalogued and recorded those names, and those who have destroyed the names and sought to kill anything but a pure and holy emptiness of white flame. Adam is the great sinner of the beginning, naming everything in correspondence with the unimaginative will of a ruthlessly categorical YHWH. Generations of Jewish scholars have, for 5000 years and more, preserved these names and transmitted them with a continent but ultimately impotent reverence. Springing from the same branch are Eve and the great matriarchs, pure founts of language and knowledge that led to and climaxed in Shakespeare; I see them also in the uncouth Ginsberg, who created and twisted language into an entirely different being; they are the sublime aspect of femininity that opposes Adam's ordered account of the world and actively subverts it so as to allow in the world a pulchritude of love. Man is a disgusting creature who tries to exalt himself over and above the feminine. But for his efforts, he is purged of even his masculinity in the pure and holy white flame of their sheer power and creative exuberance, which is the last category of naming, wherein we find all great prophets; but it is so difficult to tell the difference between the elevation of creation and the sublimity of destruction that we hesitate where to put the voices. Now is the great artist one who created or destroyed? Who valued or who left in ruin? But here! Here in study is the root of all evil, for we are placed by study among the recorders of the names, we come to hold the names dearer and closer to our hearts, we gaze with a countenanced suspiscion at any who would rob us of our dear, our great, our Holy names.

In prayer too, one should declare the names in the spirit of nothingness, for a name is nothing, but, being part of that nothing, is as infinitely holy as silence.