The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

I History in concern

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Blank pages of book leaves unfurl upon the desk of oaken hue. And a steady hand, with quill, dips into the well of fine , and the hand's owner smiled.

However, quite honestly, there were scarcely times when he did not smile. His grin would vary from one of simple joy as that of a father watching children in play, a great grin of pure enthusiasm, or a broad grinning smile as one who smiles upon winning a sport of argument. Only in moments of dire need and subjects of great gravity was he found to either frown, show anger, or become furious. Only in his keeping of books and records had he adorned a straight face.

In public occupation he was a salesman, and he could be quite persuasive if not influential in the least. Many did not understand his smile due to its continuous and persistent manner. Sure, it made sense as it was fit with his character in making sales, but on or off season, it would ever be adorned as though it had been plastered upon him. For this, many called him "The Happy Masked Salesman" as none knew him by name or in any personal manner as he only interacted with the public on business. He was honestly pleased with the title and took it upon himself to name his business after it. After all, a product of his was indeed masks of mysterious depictions of great arts, life itself, moods, and some were in depiction of more abstract aspects of life regarding one's soul and spirit: a depiction of character. The man was astute as well as vigilant with a notion of brilliance; whereby, because of his smiles and mysterious nature, many shunned him as odd and strange. But others, though few, were actually attracted to the gentleman in curiosity, yet most of his company was often attended by children of adventurous heart. In addition to his mysterious aura, it was rumored by a few how he was the . For of truth, he had been present about the world for many ages under one guise or another, disappearing and returning when after being long forgotten from one generation to the next. But while the rumors ran, non could its truth as he was very subtle about it.

Within his quarters, however, he was one who kept track of history with great knowledge that excelled the most dignified scholars and the most skilled cartographers.

The salesman's hair gleamed a bright orange, and his attire was of a noble scholarly tunic with a white collar that represented his store of knowledge, yet the tunic was of vibrant violet with a necklace crested with many jewels in signifying his status in society as a salesman. About his quarters in the wooden shop, newly built and still in progress of furbishing, he had a quaint living environment with a few arrangements for eating, relaxation, and bedding. But there were no means of luxury, not even for recreation, save for his documents, studies, and writings. He had a wealthy library of books, most of which were formed and scribed by his own hand. To his left, at the other corner of the room, stood another desk with papers of business and calculated statistics of his business and projects. Yet before him, he attended a desk surrounded by his studious pursuits. Many works he produced of history, containing many secrets that only he knew. He told no one, and none knew of his more scholarly side. However, he would tell his stories to children here and there, but to children only. Children only got to hear his stories within a short period of their childhood in youth. The stories were always too marvelous, or beyond their years, for their parents to take them seriously in any belief, and they would ever forget them as they grew old. But often as it may be, for those who listened closest, though the story forgotten, the lessons and truths of those stories instill their hearts to find understanding and wisdom or to do great things.

And so the hand bears down today in recalling the line of history since events of the last 'Great Legend', for his spirit has been moved in this generation of time as time's telling presents the ripening of events that should tell of the next 'Great Legend': 'History, the narration of Time itself, save that it pertains specifically to the tier of Time's "Past". What many a young fellow would regard to be as irrelevant. An irony that I find so amusing since every term of reference is based upon a point of reference. For every term gives a name, and every name has meaning. Context matters. In order for any term to have meaning, it must have context whereby the term is defined. Otherwise, the meaning is lost. For "one does not where he is if he does not know where he has been". Just as a traveler navigates himself through the thick of the woods. As a rule of thumb he must know where he is as he wanders grounds unknown (just as one wanders the future). And he must carefully keep track, as a rule of thumb, of where he has been lest he should be lost and complete circles even if he should forget his course. Keeping track of where he has been defines where he is. For how can a man deal with the unknown if he can't focus on what he does know? Indeed, the Past gives "Context", defining the Present and that which follows, the Future. One cannot understand them in their more complete meaning without the context that defines them.