-How can you give pieces of advice about smth, if you aren't good at it?
The voice came from the opposite corner of the room and in a moment fresh airstream flooded through the opened door.
A young hunter had been already standing near the table, looking attentively at new notes. This action didn't take much time, because new was only a clay tablet with one sentence on it.
- Am I not a professional ?- I has been practicing a lot. - answered The First Man, holding out his hand to his writings. He didn't hope much to get them back.
- Usually, only people without knowledge in any other fields try to teach others.- the Hunter claimed- or, at least, they enjoy it far more then anything else.
- There are exceptions. If those people, who you've mentioned, have the right to teach others, then wise persons also can do that. I have things, I'd like to share with the mankind.
- The world has enough knowledge, you're doing to give it once again. Many have done that before you. -remarked the Hunter, pointing around him, alluding to the books in The First Man's house.
- On the contrary, they all write about the same things.
- It is called "science". They are improving the common theory.
- However, They mention, that it's founded by inspiration and genius that are incompatible with science.
- You simply don't want to understand what is written in those books, or haven't read them.
- As far as I can see, those books haven't taught anybody how to write. Therefore, what they are used for?
The hunter wanted to object, but minded. He knew, that his tryings to remind his friend were useless, as he has already started arguing. In general, the opinion of a person can't be changed if it's changed not on facts, but on faith.
But the Hunter didn't need to think about such trifles. He had come not for this, and had started this conversation with curiosity, keeping it for joke. And now he ready to tell brought news.
- Well, you know, it may be ....wrong- he said after a short silence. and added with a cheerful voice:- if you have nothing to write about, write about me!
The First man smiled at his last words. He, like hi friend, didn't want to go on arguing. He didn't listen to almost all words, not thinking much about the answer. He could do that.
The First Man remembered suddenly, that he had learned smth very important from the writings of his predecessors. Their methods weren't clear, they not quite understood, how to make researches, but all of these writers of the past had announced the main truths of the life. One of them is obvious- the writer needs moral qualities to use his talent. He should be brave, kind and straightforward, otherwise he will never create a masterpiece.
If it is an ancient truth, the author, who is far from being mad, can't reject and use the works of others.
- You were going to tell me smth.- reminded The First Man
- Yes- answered the Hunter- nothing new. I simply repeat that you have to be on tomorrow's celebration.
- I'll try to come
When The First Man was left alone, he totally felt happiness, because he understood his way. He had found reasons not to call himself apostate, debater but the successor of the common theory. He wrote on his clay tablet:
« The contrast of my pieces of advise is visible. My predecessors tried to explain feelings using concepts, and described artistic methods with feelings and I'll do everything in the contrary. Now and forever, laws and terms will complement the practical side of art, and feelings will be described only sensually."