I have no name. I am a ripple on the pond of life. Merely an audience member to the stage of the world, i sit and observe the players. I am the night wind, cold and dark and breezy. I hide in the ceiling and i sleep in your hat. I am a raven, black and airborne, trailing dark feathers as i swoop away silently into the night. I am a raindrop, wet and cold. I am nothing and I am everything.