My Name Is The Subject

My name, both inherited and merited, has affirmed my identity for seven decades against a swirling mass of competing names, crowding the spaces of the world in which we either prevail or fail utterly. I fear that anonymity, so I seek refuge. At least in a sentence my name has an unassailable predominance: my name takes the place of honor as The Subject. All other words must place themselves in deference to its mighty grammatical position. Like the KING piece on a chess board, the sentence subject is the key player. Even the verbs, those electrons among words, are secondary as they spin and swirl in orbit around their acknowledged center. My name is the sun which casts its glory over that verbal flight. And lesser words - adjectives, adverbs, etc. - fill in gaps of meaning, making whole the sentence over which my name sways, the most powerful being in this small world of grammar.