Wordsmith At Work

Imagine the wordsmith sitting cross-legged in a small cubicle crammed into a teeming bazaar. Like his neighbours, the tinsmith, the copper smith and even the blacksmith, he patiently hammers away at the basic materials, eventually to produce a unique creation that gives pleasure to him, and perhaps will catch the eye of some discerning browser in the markets -- someone who appreciates its intrinsic beauty, and the time and patience expended in its design. For the philistine who can spare little or no time to examine his work, or damns it with petty criticism, the wordsmith feels only pity that such narrow vision has no room for something new -- something different. Tomorrow, the vulgarian's world will remain closed and sterile, but the wordsmith will arrange his materials, ready to venture once again into his magic world of creativity.