A name, it seems, is like a Möbius strip, a ring with two sides but—mysteriously—only one surface. Names are light and transparent on one side, heavy and opaque on the other, but each side leads endlessly to the other. Mere scraps of sound, the plaything of punsters, names still share somehow in the reality of what they signify. The mystery of names intensifies when we consider divine names, names for God. It seems obvious that there is all the difference in the world between God’s being and God’s