Someone somewhere sometime made up the words male and female. Decided pants were for one and dresses for the other. Put letters together that made up ‘boy’ and ‘girl’. Strong and weak. Blue and Pink. Father and Mother. Husband and Wife.

Someone somewhere sometime decided you should put certain letters together to form a sound by which you should be called. They decided it should define you and put you in categories like ‘boy’ or ‘girl’. They made the rules by which your Mother and Father should follow in choosing your name. The word ‘name’ itself. The Capital in front that declares you a Noun. The word ‘Noun’.

Someone somewhere once decided that time should be broken into fragments – hours, minutes, seconds. It should be measured and we should measure it. We should do things at certain times. Set alarms, have showers, drink milk. Someone made up the concept and word ‘time’. And ‘age’. And what we should do and what we should be and have and know at what age. And what time. And what name.

Someone created ‘night’ and ‘day’. Dark and light. Black and white. Bad and good. They decided that ‘black’ was a colour, an adjective and a way of being. A category. A race. An entity. The dark black bad night.

Somebody made up the word ‘religion’. Somebody wrote the books. The rules. The punishments. ‘Devil’ and ‘Angel’. Good and Evil. ‘Holy’, ‘Sin’, ‘Heaven’, ‘Hell’, ‘God’. They made up the word ‘marriage’. They wrote the rules and the words on the paper and in the church and called it ‘Matrimony’. For a ‘Boy’ and a ‘Girl’ who should share one of their names and become a ‘Mother’ and a ‘Father’ at an appropriate time and age and drink milk and wear dresses and pants and buy a blue blanket for their son and pink for their daughter.

Try to think about yourself without your name. Without your gender. Without words. Somebody somewhere sometime made up the words that make up a life that you can never ‘un-know’.`