What's in a Name?

Some people call me Matthew. I don't know why. Well, I know why. It is my legal name. But I'm still a bit taken aback when I hear it used. It doesn't bother me - call me what you will, I will always be Me. But Matthew? It's so formal. Isn't it? There's nothing wrong with that, but I'm not one to parade about in suits all day. I don't know

Some people call me Matt. That's my name. My name name, the one people use. It's kind of short and to the point... only four letters. But hey, that's all I need. It's also fairly brusque... it's got sharp edges everywhere. Sharp like my wit. I hope that doesn't drive people away. But I can't be bothered if it does...

Matt Lund! They say that's my full name, but it's not. It's full enough for them. Doesn't take much of Matt Lund to overfill that cup. Oddly... this name is more used and heard than Matt by itself. That's because this one is stranger friendly. Anybody can get away with using the Full Name Clause. It amuses me when people I barely know use my full name. It's like they want to be in on some grand joke somewhere, and I'm it. Which, while shallow, is kind of neat.

Now, my name in Hebrew or Greek or something of that nature means "Gift of God." Obviously God didn't part the clouds on the day of my birth and say "hey, world. Check this kid out!" But he did make me... so there's that.

A very few people call me ML10. It's simple. It's an abbreviated form of "Matt Lund + 10," which means... nothing really. It's just a way we say we're cool. Or powerful. Or... yeah, that's pretty much it. After performing my MLK speech (Identity) a friend decided that MLK stood for Matt Lund 1000. That's apparently my power level, and while it's not quite over nine thousand, it's pretty good.

Some people call me Dom. Dommy. Dominic.

And this is my way to wrap up this piece. Poorly, and without conclusion.

Empire Earth?

They say I can't do it. They say it's impossible. They say I'm out of my head.

But then I spring my trap.

You see, by thinking that I cannot achieve my goal, fulfill my dreams, they have essentially revealed themselves for who they truly are. Their programmed responses. Their lies. How can they strike down a dream that isn't even fully recalled? A dream that isn't fully formed?

It shows us who they realy are. Murderers of an idea. Slaughterers of change (AND redefinition). They have their world how they like it - when, where, and how they like it. So naturally, any "threat" to this empire must be discouraged, destroyed - but not violently, oh no. With violence and oppression comes rebellion, and despite their colossal claims, there is no organization fit to squelch the might of the masses.

No, not violence - simple subversion. Simple to the point where the slightest detection of it seems to extend beyond comprehension. Some of us call that hegemony. Some of us call it manipulation. The name doesn't matter - what matters is that everything in this life be it light and dark, right and wrong, or weak and strong - must have an equal and opposite side battling it, and as of yet I have not seen any unified effort to fight this empire earth.

But that is my goal. That is the goal of the Dominists. And if you're one of us, if you're with me, we need to do something about it. Because we can achieve. It's not impossible. And we're not out of our heads.

We are the past, the present, and the future. And it is time.