I prefer to be called Ari (AHR-eee / AIR-eee)...
... by those that know who I am.

Those that once knew me as I was can call me by that which they know, but he is not me, nor the one you knew. An illusion of me that was he was never me.

The past is a mystery, shrouded in secrecy.
The present is unfolding, it is the dash.
The future is becoming, the beginning.