Does the act of giving something a name determine its being in the universe? I give something a shape in my mind, a symbol of it forms. Is this symbol accessible only to me, and the other symbols in my mind? Where does the reality of this thing come into being - in its physical form or the shape its symbol in my mind? Can I change the nature of this thing by changing how my mind's eye sees it?

I incorrectly named something today. It has no direct physical form in the world. It was barely an idea before it came into being, malformed. What have I done? Whatever it is, does it need to be corrected, re-shaped, or does it exist as it is now, despite the discrepancy between my intent and my mental action?

When are things merely so? When are they wrong? Sometimes folks will invoke the Serenity Prayer and ask for courage. What audacity to believe we aught to change things!

I made a mistake today, a slip of the fingers when typing on this same keyboard, and brought into being an idea of an unexpected shape. I am doing the very same thing now, as I write this confession. Creating, observing, moulding, judging. What chaos would be brought forth if there were no mind's scalpel, capable of reversing unintended defects? But what beauty would in doing so also be erased forever from being?

Damn you, brain. Damn you fingers. Damn you, insomnia