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I have a name and it is zero that this is how your pronounce it in this language: "____." There are also many other names - which you may or may not be able to pronounce -- for all of the many voices which I have, which I am, which are the I's within me, which I use and which use me, which are me but other, a being and a becoming and a becoming-other and a being-other. I have only one name and it is zero, which is an exercise in precision, an articulate periphery around the void, a Roman numeral but I am no Roman of unconscious collective oracular living, living to regret it, knowing all about straight roads where every straight road leads home to property and power owned by brothers and fathers and our shared deceits poured back into the oracle. No, just zero, an algorithmic zero of celestial calculus, a mathematical negation appropriated from the cabbala, the navel of the universe from which the Yggdrasil is sprung, a degree-zero of language which is more of absence than negation though inherently and inextricably always-already both, a temperature at which flux becomes stillness, the locus of interlocution, not an imaginary center but the probability cloud where such a point might be located. I inherited this name from those that came before and I live in relation to their lives, and of course I could reject it in order to take up another, but I use it with intention as a reference point so that we can keep talking about something and avoid lingering too long on nothing, so let's not stay here. It's my real name in every sense of the word real, and name, and sense, and word.