It is said that when a wizard speaks a true name he binds you. This is true, though the wizards insist that it is not. They think that they do not. They think that they do not control one through a true name. They do. The truth is that they do not know what it is that they do.
A wizard is a man who looks into a soul and believes that what he sees is all that there is. Is all that can be seen. That what he understands is all that could be understood. He sees it and he names it. He defines you as your name as he would draw a map and then confuse it for the land, drawing borders that in turn reshape the world in his own ignorance.
This is the nature of a true name. To take the whole of something, in all its contradictions, its possibilities and impossibilities, its myriad manifolds, and to impose a singular reality upon it.
There is nothing more dangerous than a man who thinks that he understands something.