When I was young I loved to watch and identify birds. I became quite adept at identifying birds. One day I saw a bird which I could not identify; I felt challenged, and for a moment I wished I had "the book" with me so that I could identify that bird. Then I had an epiphany... That bird would not know that we called it a "red-backed grosbeak"; in fact, the Creator himself would not call that bird "a red-backed grosbeak", he would probably call him "this particular unique bird of mine" in a language that none of us living will ever hear or know. I looked at a bird and I realized that it was not a "red-backed grosbeak" that I was seeing. I was seeing "the bird I was seeing". The essence of the bird was simple, pure and unique. The name was only a man-made distraction. In another language, there would be a different name; lacking any language, there would be NO name. But the bird would remain - simple, pure, and essential. Since then I have continued to watch and enjoy birds; we share a lot of space. Sometimes I identify them with names I remember from my youth. Mostly I just call them "birds" and enjoy their presence.