Where were you when the world stopped turning?

I label things.
I hate to admit it but I do. My computer's desktop has one object on it, the recycle bin (and only that because I cannot make it disappear!) Notes from class, assignments, even appointments in outlook all belong in their particular folder and sub-folder. Everything is alphabetized. It has it's place. Everything works well until in my haste of exiting class; I put something in the wrong sub-folder. It becomes lost in the abyss.
Often labels became attached to a reality. Therefore, we love the label. We cling to the label. The labels help everything make sense. Categories become codependent forms of life. We need them.

It's funny about labels, names and categories. They only work when the system works. When the system malfunctions, labels don't mean a thing. When your worldview is destroyed, the labels that you used to describe the old world only confuse the new world. When your label is broken, where do you find ways to evaluate the world around you? When what you once called good, really isn't holistically good, what becomes of it?

What does this mean for daily living, theology, philosophy, relationships even sports? What happens when the world can't be explained? What do you call that?