One day, The One Who Has NoName, but is called by ManyNames was walking along the ground. He came upon a girl hiding in the flowers, a smile on her face engraved. NoName stooped low and hand offered, saying,
“Why hide you in the flowers?”
“I wait for my daddy,” said she, grin everlasting.
“Your daddy am I. Go to my house, and there wait.” Scampered she, away, flowers knit into hair.
On walked NoName when melody, ear enticed. Giving careful listen, and following slowly, into the center of melody and music did NoName walk. There was found music. Music fresh, music crisp, music clean. Leaning low to the Earth, the source of the sacred song, and plucking the fruit of its noise, NoName inquired allowed the source of the joy sound.
A voice quietly wove its answer through the notes and the vibrations, saying, “I myself am both the source and the noise.” NoName thought for a moment, and then reaching into the air plucked a girl from the melody, then saying,
“Quick! Run to my house! There you can play, and make joy real!” The girl ran to her new home.
Realizing self to be among the caves, NoName followed the sound of strange quiet, sadness therein. Walking silently for not too long, for NoName had to simply follow the soundlessness to the most isolated part of the cave, there was found a girl quietly weeping her soundless weep. NoName sat beside her and said,
“There are those at my house with who you will be friends.” With hesitation, the girl looked at NoName and slowly walked in the direction home.
So in one day was it said that “NoName gave me a dad” and “from music did NoName create me” and “NoName has given me friends.” It is in this way that NoName began to be called ManyNames.
