If something does not have a name or a meaning, does it exist?

Does everything need a name? A meaning?

If something has no meaning or use, does that mean it doesn't exist? Take skibidi, shamwow, 6–7, or 42 — must they mean something to be real? Why not let them be as they are? Neither flawed nor perfect. Suchness.

“Formless
I am
Form me
You cage me
Name me
Ten thousand things
I become”

— Daniel Chow

The human mind has a deep fixation on identifying and categorizing. We do this to make sense of ourselves — our place in time, in space, in relation to everything around us. This is how we locate and anchor our existence in time and space.

Imagine yourself in a void. Notice what arises — anxiety, restlessness, perhaps even terror. We need named things. Known things. Without them, we feel lost and adrift.

But what if you gently released that need? Simply let it rest, to let it be. Allowed something to exist without a name, without a category, without a place in your inner filing system.

Some things live more truthfully as no-thing, no-name, no-place, no-time. Be present with what simply is, before the mind moves in to arrange it.

This is the paradox. And you don't need to resolve it.