Last week I met Mr. John Spitzer, a theatre director who staged multiple works of Peter Handke through Fraudulent Production, an avant-garde theatre company active in DC for 18 years. Although the company doesn't seem to be operating anymore, he is still performing, directing, and writing. I met him as a part of the preparation for the upcoming production of "Kaspar" at my school in March 2011. While we discussed the play and Handke, one question he pointed out kept ringing in my head. This was also the question one of my students in the class 'Ensemble Theatre Lab' raised after 7 weeks of exploring "Kaspar". The question was, ' if something doesn't have a name, does it really exist?' This is an extremely curious question on many levels. We name things so that we can use these objects as references in order to communicate our ideas. So if we cannot name something, it makes us very inefficient. For instance, if we don't have a word for 'beer' and we have to describe it to somebody, how would we do that? "Can you get me that brownish slightly bitter liquid that sparks and gives you buzz? " The status 'beer' had under its name diminishes significantly. Plus there might be another 'thing' that fits this description. What makes 'beer' beer becomes quite nebulous at this point. Or what if none of these words I just used were available? Can I still talk about this thing and feel like it really exists? This phenomenon acutely points to our desire to define and be defined through labeling. What drives this desire to make things exist? Is that our fear? Last year during "Paraffin" rehearsals, one of the performers described that what's undefinable is eternal. So is it our fear of the eternal? Or is it our fear of disappearing and losing? In Kobo Abe's "The Wall", the protagonist loses his name to his own name card. His name card assumes his identity and takes over his life. The man who lost his name wanders around the city, not being able to claim his existence to anything or anyone. This story suggest the absurd nature of our identity. The only means to prove our existence comes from external definition. But if, if we didn't know that things are supposed to have names, labels, then we might not have such fear. We just exist and things just exist. The only way to get to know something is to experience it. The identity of the object is only proved by its own life.