What's a name, a rose by any other would smell as sweet

I'm not sure what to do with this yet. Maybe it's a preface to a story, like "Lady in the Water". (Which, despite what critics say, was really good!)

A Fable of Anarchy.

When the world was young, there were things that needed no names, things that lurked in the dark that were not apparent to the world around them. And yet they were the nacent things that had millions of names, each different to each creature that was hidden in the world. As the world grew older the creatures gained and lost there names accordingly.

Then "Man" came, and he thought he had the ability to name. And so he named many. The world had started to become categorized in to neat little packets. But in name only. The real truth was that the more organized the world became with names and genre's the more wild it became in reality. So there was a great risk in name something, because if you controlled the wordless things’ name, you automatically lost control of the thing it'self. the enity had a lable,but the label couldn't or wouldn't fit. This word called possession was a two headed sword.

And one day, the things rebelled. They got loose, and strange and scary occurrences began happening. People who for so long had named everything, began naming themselves. And then recognized the transient nature of names. Intersectionality was recognized. For emotion thought and reason now ran wild, and the clinging control that one of the nameless had was disintegrating. For the language they used was now useless. And the mystery of nameless things came back and the word control was forgotten. And it was good.