My Name

The life of the Anonymous is a life without ties. Being without a name holds a great amount of freedom; a great amount of mystery. There is great beauty in the nameless. They have no face, or they have the face of a mask. 

Man is least himself

When he talks in his own

PERSON.

Give him a MASK

And he will tell you the 

TRUTH.

- Oscar Wilde

This is where the irony of my author's title is introduced. "Anonymity is Key." I find that in my thoughts, there is a name; a name that can be easily deduced through personality, philosophy, and persona. This is frightening. Fear bursts from this ever present fact willing me to hide behind the mask of Anonymity. Is hiding behind a mask cowardly? Was Guy Fawkes a coward? If he was, one of my heroes may not be so brave after all. But what about our everyday persona is not a mask? Are we not always hiding under some mask from fear, insecurity, pain, or grief? Why is appearing behind a mask any less cowardly? I find a mask to be the true understanding of truth. The purposefulness of The Mask gives the wearer total freedom to say, think, see, and do whatever he wishes. If we do not share our thoughts now, what will wearing a mask change other than build our strength?

Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. 

Beneath this mask, there is an idea; and ideas, 

Mr. Creedy, are bulletproof.

- V