What's in a name ?

Is suffering health, (its symptom totality) — merely an insistent dissatisfaction ? 

Without individuality, that exists quite outside the life of man, as something that wishes to be, but knows not how — in want of a name, that assigns it existence ?

Or is suffering health, (its symptom totality) — intimately and inseparably entwined with individual life ?  While awareness, enough to articulate, may partly lack, for being too absorbed in its content.

But never without a native taste of distress and unrest. That in brilliant code of individual existence, both objectively and subjectively, expresses wrestlings and strains, savour and thirsting, moods, haunting pains and wounded imagery.

A past and present, and dangerous echoing choices, in aspiring to health, while having ended up elsewhere.