WHAT IS A NAME?

Think of a word. Any word. Let it be "bread." Five letters, one syllable. When you say it, your lips close once and open once. The sound hangs in the air for a moment, then vanishes. But inside that brief sound there is a field, a mill, an oven, a morning, a table, a mother's hand. The sound goes; the field, the oven and the table remain.