My name is not important, it is just a status of who I am. What IS important is what I represent, who I am, what I am, what I do, My actions, my responses, how I do them. That is what is important. But even then, I am a mystery because in essense. I am not my clothes. I am not my dreams, nor my fantasies. I am not skin color or my hair color. I am not my father, or my mother. I am a person. I am a human. I am my personality and my actions. I am a man, a writer, a visionary, I am everything but sane.