And, above all, why magic?
- the first thing a person said was, most likely, a complaint, possibly crying out in pain. He may have noticed that the others were looking at him after he crid out and he may have cried out again, but the others, quick to adapt, were no longer interested in him and his repetitiveness, so he considered and came up with something else with a game.
He reached up and tore a leaf from one of the many trees and began looking for a friend, a companion in his game. He would show the selfsame leaf to his friend and say, Leaf. The friend would point at the leaf and would repeat the word Leaf.
The he put away the leaf and again he would say Leaf.
His friend was waiting to be shown the leaf, but soon he would notice that the leaf was gone and so hed run to the next tree and pick a leaf of his own. Carrying this leaf in his hands, he would run to a different person, a friend of his own, and there he would repeat the game, until everyone knew the word Leaf and everyone held a leaf of their own.
The first one to pluck a leaf, however, had already noticed that it was not necessary to hold a leaf and to parade the beautiful, colorful leaf in front of everyone the way they did it with their prized posessions, powerful hunting clubs or warm fur clothing, in order to have it. He knew that he had the leaf with him forever and all that he had to do was to say the word Leaf, whenever he wanted a leaf.
He had understood a part of the magic that is called language.
Now, before I gon on telling you more about him and his newfound magic, I have to explain to you how this newfound thing of magic broke up in many parts, how it turned into many different languages, which change and grow the same way you will change and grow. Perhaps he said Leaf, but perhaps he also said Blatt, baimai or duah.
Many people have a great deal of fun learning new languages like ever-changing, ever-forming spells of magic (which, in truth, they are).
Now back to the beginning and back to the Leaf-People. Now imagine that these people knew no other word than the word Leaf and suddenly somebody came and put two leaves next to each other. Imagine their surprise when they noticed that those two leaves looked completely different from each other. So they called one Leafgreen and the other Leafyellow.
Later, someone found a third leaf, a dry brown leaf that crumbled into nothingness between his fingers and so he called it Leafbrownwhichhandturnsnothing. Even later he found a leaf that was smaller than all the other leaves and another that was the largest leaf he had ever seen, one that was prickly to the touch, one that burned his skin, one that was star-shaped
at the end he found himself saying Leafgreenfriendfoundshareroundnotroundbigotherleafgorgefoundbrownwhichhandturnsnothingotherleafyellowtreesmallstarshape
and before he was even finished with half of it, all of his friends were already gone.
Let us be generous and let us imagine that they went away to journey and that they saw many more things and found many more words for those things and no longer did they have time to listen to someone for half a day only because he had found a leaf that looked slightly different because there may have been someone who had seen a tree with one-thousand leaves and was able to say it without making everyones bellies rumble. Language was broken apart and was shared and everybody took a different piece of it on his way (now that they were able to tell what they had seen and found, of course everyone wanted to go out and see and find things worth telling), depending on what the person thought to be important.
All a hunter took were hunting words and Littlemeatfastrun was the deer and Hunthome was the forest. A farmer took famring words with him Plowgoodpull was his oxen and Wolfhome was his forest. A trader had an old horse which was Goodscarry and Thiefhome was the forest he had to cross.
Some people found snow and found that one word was enough and others found so much snow that twenty words werent. The sun was called Thirstdeath in the desert, Rainfoe in the steppes and Snowtears in the ice-lands.
This is another part of the magic.
Let us return to our friend from the Leaf People once more. There is another thing that he will show us.
He went into his cave and kept speaking all day. He spoke of leaves and of stones and he spoke of how good it was to sleep in the forest, all covered with leaves and how warm the stones on the Eastern hillside were if you went and sat on them. Somebody listened to him and he knew all those words, he knew leaves and stones and forest, hill and sleep and so he went into the forest and gathered leaves and he went up the hill and rolled a big stone down the hill. He covered the floor of his caves with the warm leaves and he slept on them and never had he slept so well! He rolled the stone all the was to the entrance of his cave where the sun shone from morning to evening and sat on this stone which was so pleasantly warm.
This is the third part of the magic