We label things with titles and definitions.  Since hem they are marked with different values.  Since then we struggle to pull certian things close and push certian things away.  Since then we fight, we protect, we sacrifice, find excuses to hold and to hurt, to care and to kill.

You and me...What are we.  If not only lumps of dust compressed with selfness.  Wait for a da to disintegrate into fine dust again.

Without label, Everything is Anything and Nothing.