“The creative destiny of the Orm is
immeasurable. It’s a source of inspiration
that never runs dry – as long as you know how to get there.” He was speaking of the Orm as if
it were a place he regularly frequented as a matter of course.
“But, even if you’re fortunate enough
to attain the Orm,” he went on, “you’ll be a stranger there unless you’ve
mastered the Alphabet of the Stars.”
“The Alphabet of the Stars? Is that a script?”
“Yes and no. It’s an alphabet, but it’s also a
rhythm. A form of music. An emotion.”
“Can’t you be a bit vaguer?” I sighed.
“Are you sure it isn’t a plum pudding as well?”
He
ignored this gibe.
“Only a handful of true artists attain the Orm. That’s a great privilege in itself, but very few of them know the Alphabet of the Stars. They’re the elite. Master it, and you can, if you’ve attained the Orm, communicate there with all the artistic forces in the universe. You can learn things whose existence you would never have suspected in your wildest dreams.”
“Only a handful of true artists attain the Orm. That’s a great privilege in itself, but very few of them know the Alphabet of the Stars. They’re the elite. Master it, and you can, if you’ve attained the Orm, communicate there with all the artistic forces in the universe. You can learn things whose existence you would never have suspected in your wildest dreams.”
-The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers
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