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 When all that is known as existence was but still a thought there was a land now completely lost to us. This place had no name, it didn’t need one. Names meant little in those days. It was simply the land that was timeless and untouched, pure, ever in a state of recycling, of self-preservation through necessity with none of the superfluous. There was nothing known to be that took the form of man, and the few creatures that existed in the wilds of this beginning were more comparable to cattle. Docile and feeding on the endless grass and foliage provided to them by the gentle world that cradled them in its bosom. At this time there was no carnivore to hunt them, but it was unnecessary for they reproduced so slowly that they were never in danger of becoming too many. There were a few creatures that fluttered through the land. They would sometimes perch themselves right on those cow-like creatures, but usually made their nests somewhere above the ground less they be trampled by accident. These flying creatures also rested safely in the careful hands of this timeless existence. Trees grew ever upwards, ever outward, with branches spanning the sky to umbrella all things below. Roots crawling so deep and so spread apart that they would intertwine with other tree roots below. All plants, though none would be recognizable to us, were fair game for the flying creatures that especially enjoyed the berries and fruit that grew through a season of Spring unending. Mind you, unlike the season of Spring, there was no abundance of rain or storm, indeed there was no water that fell from the sky at any point in time, with the exception of the cow-like creature shaking itself after a bath in one of the many cool rivers that ran forth from the great mountain formation leading up into the sky. The water flowed from a place that was higher than could be seen, the source being covered by a circle of clouds ever present and unmoving. The giant mountain fanned out from the top into many winding paths for water to flow, and the water would flow so gently that it would be impossible for mortal eye to see any movement at all.
 
 It drove me mad. I wanted so badly for it all to be something else. For a long time I was content with that place, I was content it had no meaning and nothing of note had ever happened. But it was not immediate that I saw things  this way and I was once like them though I hate to admit it. I was willing to aimlessly enjoy this land; hedonistic pleasures of such simplicity were enough for a time I cannot recall, because as I said it was a time without time, a time without record. I do not recall the nature of my realization, perhaps I gradually came to my senses, or all at once it flooded into me. It’s difficult, even for me, to place any events other than in a vague order.
 
 I decided to go against this existence. The first thing I had done in my rebellion was learn to tame the cow-like beasts. Namely one in particular I had learned to control like those mortals who would now use a horse to travel. Unlike mortals I hadn’t any reason for a mount. I could run faster than these creatures could, I was tireless and could walk or even run indefinitely if I wanted, but something about control over this beast was giving me a brand new feeling and sense of accomplishment. Before now I had never seen these creatures as anything but fellow beings in this endless land that I would roam with and treat as equals. Now I felt above them, I felt like I was something greater than I had been before. I always knew I was one of a kind and as far as I had known and there was no one else of my kind. Humans are especially social creatures and would probably assume I had been lonely or longing, but I hadn’t felt these things at the time. My first taste of ambition and accomplishment lead me down a path, some would say to ruin, but I would call it transformation.
 
 I started to say things. Things that had no meaning except to me, but it didn’t matter because no one else could hear it anyway. I started to develop my own words, and I would shout them or whisper as I willed. There was no discernible reason at the time as to why I did this, but now I think it was attempting to be more than my fellow creatures of the land. Those cow-like things did nothing more than grunt, not even like cows did they “moo” as some would say. The birds chirped, but not to one another but simply for self-entertainment. In fact, one thing I owe to the bird creatures is my eventual steps into that of song and singing. With words that were truly my own, I found myself singing often. I sung when I was happy, sad, or just to sing. I would ride my mount and sing as I did, journeying all through creation many times over.
 
-Soon this too became… meager. I needed something more. I borrowed the idea from my bird friends to start building a nest. Before I had simply lived outside, lying in the grass or sometimes sleeping in a tree. I wished now to make something could be inside of, not like a cave, but a place where I couldn’t be seen by my companions of the lands. Somewhere that was made by me, for me. So I made a place that could loosely be called a house, more of a tent. It took many tries, more tries than I can count, to finally make a satisfactory home. I was using the trees that were not so large. The trees of this land simply split at the mere slice of my nails. I made the trees into logs, and those logs were built up into a structure that was close to a cabin. When it was finished I decided that there would be an opening near the ground to walk in and out of with a door, though it was more of a hatch. I also decided that I would let my mount sleep in a small structure next to mine that was essentially a smaller version of the cabin –like structure. This would lead to another revelation.
+Soon this too became… meager. I needed something more. I borrowed the idea from my bird friends to start building a nest. Before I had simply lived outside, lying in the grass or sometimes sleeping in a tree. I wished now to make something I could live inside of, not like a cave, but a place where I couldn’t be seen by my companions of the lands. Somewhere that was made by me, for me. So I made a place that could loosely be called a house, more of a tent. It took many tries, more tries than I can count, to finally make a satisfactory home. I was using the trees that were not so large. The trees of this land simply split at the mere slice of my nails. I made the trees into logs, and those logs were built up into a structure that was close to a cabin. When it was finished I decided that there would be an opening near the ground to walk in and out of with a door, though it was more of a hatch. I also decided that I would let my mount sleep in a small structure next to mine that was essentially a smaller version of the cabin –like structure. This would lead to another revelation.
 
 There was a moment where I found myself ready to journey, as I did at times. I proceeded into the stable –like structure to find my mount slumped over, not sleeping mind you, but un-moving and all life gone. It took a moment to realize what had happened and it was the very first time I had ever lost something. This mount was easily replaceable; training the beasts to take commands was simple and I had plenty of time. I’d seen these things die, too many times to count. The laying of the beasts in the grass could be dead or merely sleeping and were nearly indistinguishable to me. Indeed, I never found myself caring much of their livelihood or whether they were still able to lead that meaningless existence. This creature, though, I had some small bond with that made it different. It was the first time I recalled a true memory, a fond one that had some meaning that stuck out to me. As I held the beast in my arms I remembered the land we tread together, and realized that it would never happen again. I so badly wanted it to be undone and this also marked the first time I felt helpless. It was the first time I had cried. I cried for myself, not for the beast. I cried that I was to be without something I wanted, and there was no way to have it.
 
 After my tears had run their course I started to become frustrated, which was actually nothing new, since that’s what started the whole thing. I started beating my hand off of the enclosure of my house and found myself jumping and stomping the ground, which made deep impressions of my feet in the soft grassy floor. It didn’t help, so I went outside and started tearing the house down with my hands. It was easy to do; it was easier than putting it together.  Once it was in shambles and on the ground I started yelling, not with my language I had invented for myself mind you, I was indiscriminately making noises at the ground and the sky. I became so enraged that I picked a nearby rock and started to bang it off of another, because the sound that it made was pleasing to me. The sound of those rocks banging together sounded how I felt at the time. I kept on banging them together, though they never showed sign of breaking. I kept on banging them, banging, and hearing them crack noises that echoed all through the trees and rivers; I doubt there was a place at that moment that my ruckus could not be heard. Then something happened. I saw a red glow start to grow from my house. It started small but soon I could see a red and yellow fire dancing all around the crisscrossed logs. I dropped my rock and backed away from the sight and the heat I could feel, a wild flame, raged on. I ran behind the nearest tree and looked out from behind it, trying to discern what I was seeing. It was the first new thing I had ever seen, and at the time I believed it was a living thing. After working up the courage I approached what had quickly spread into a blazing inferno. Embers and ash were swirling around as if sentient and my anger was all but spent as I watched on in wonderment. After some time of sitting next to the swirling flames, I thought that perhaps this was my anger come to life. Indeed, my feelings of frustration all but vanished when it appeared. I watched it very closely, all the way down until its last ember had cooled completely into a black and grey ash. It was then I attempted to touch it, which leads to my discovery of what a burn is. I had felt pain before, but this sensation seemed to last much longer, it caused my hand to blister and burst open.
 
 For the second time, I cried. In my moments of pain and tears, however, I was also joyful. I was so thankful for the new experience, something to break the monotony of the lands. Part of me wanted to burn my other hand too, maybe lie on the burning embers and let the pain overwhelm me. However, the other side of me decided that it would be best not to. Not because the pain was unbearable mind you, but so I could savor it later. I was also learning that moderation was better, and because of how bored I became with every new thing I tried I found it was better to only take as much as I needed at the time. I took just enough to satiate my hunger for the unexplored.
 
 I wish no longer to bore you with every little discovery that I made, as recounting every single invention and emotion would take far too long. I have given you enough to assume the next steps of my transformation, with but a few of my own inserts I would give you now. After my discovery of what fire really was, and how the banging of rocks had caused the spark for it, I went through a phase. I started to burn everything that I could find, despite my newly founded moderation idea; I was obsessed with watching the twisting burning fires engulf the trees, plants, and grass. Soon enough I had the idea to burn one of the cow-like creatures, and so I did. I watched it as it grunted and attempted to roll the flames out from itself. These beasts could make no loud noises, for if they could it no doubt would have been screaming. I could still see the horror of what it was to feel the fire eat that creature. The smell of it burning pervaded in the air, and though it was a burnt smell of animal flesh that would not be appealing to most it had lead to the aroma of cooked meat, one of my favorite smells to this day. The next time I tried cooking the animal by laying it near the fire rather than in it. The smell was unlike cow, horse, sheep, or anything else I can describe, but I distinctly remember it. Many times I cooked it just to smell that aroma, and it was many beasts later that I thought to try eating it. The first bite of meat I’d taken was unbelievable, and I remember that feeling very fondly.
 
 Eventually, I was herding them together in enclosures and eating them well every day. Sometimes the birds would come and I would share the meat with them. Soon, the birds were as close to a friend as I’d had since my mount died. A few would come and go but there was always a line of them, with nests to match, lined up along my stony home. They would sing for me, and I would sing back, enjoying the smell of cooked meat and the warmth of the fire. It was one of the happiest moments of those days and my fondness for it is why I decided to share it.
 
 After a time my home had been expanded from a stony 2 level home, into a maze of levels and fortress like structures, with high ceilings and completely smooth floors. The birds now decorated nearly every inch of space that they could nest on my walls. I had realized then that every single bird in the land was now a resident of my home. I had not tamed every beast, but I did have the majority. I could see one or two of them roaming far out in the plains, but I took no real interest in it. I knew that soon the wild ones would die, and every beast and bird was now under my control. At the very least I was influencing the birds if not controlling their fate. I thought about the power I held. I could easily smash their eggs and there’s nothing they could do about it, they would totally die unable to remake themselves once they lived out their life. The beasts too were mine to unmake if I wished. These thoughts excited me, but I did not act on them. I was much too fond of the meat from those cattle, and the bid’s song and company were important to me.
 
 I’m unsure what prompted me to do so, but there came a point where I looked out onto the waters and after gazing deeply into the stones at the bottom of these runoffs I followed it to the source; all the way back to the mountain rising passed the clouds. For some reason I had not really thought about this mountain all that much. To me it was just always something that was there. I tried climbing it once but found it too difficult so as not to be worth the effort. However, that was long before the recent feats I’ve described for you. And so, as I looked out from my stony palace, and the birds did sing for me, I did not only decide but announced in my own language that I would ascend that mountain. It may have been the first proclamation ever made by any creature. Make no mistake; it was most surely one of the boldest of proclamations.