“Who knows a man's name, holds that man's life in his keeping. Thus to Ged, who had lost faith in himself, Vetch had given him that gift that only a friend can

“Who knows a man's name, holds that man's life in his keeping. Thus to Ged, who had lost faith in himself, Vetch had given him that gift that only a friend can give, the proof of unshaken, unshakeable trust.” Agreed with the comments that point out this 'article'/post is not exceptionally well written. In general I would ask what is in a name. Yet I have always been my name, deeply and unshakably. With a 'foreign' name in a small town I could be mistaken for no one else and in that way my name was deeply bounded to me. It invoked perceptions, mistaken assumptions and every externalized characteristic. In time it was also mine to define through the time required to build a reputation that could, in some circles, precede me. Now I work with four people who share my name. A cousin's daughter shares my name. It is one of the weirder day to day experiences of my life.