Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a King who wished to create a magnificent Castle. He had envisioned this Castle after consuming a loaf of rather old rye bread and copious amounts of wine. Since there was no such thing as a Castle at that time, and indeed no such thing as language of Castle construction, the King, who was known affectionately as King P, saw he would have to create a new language in order to build his dream Castle.

In order to keep things as simple as he could, King P decreed that only four words would suffice for this new language. He called these words Slab, Pillar, Block and Beam, and he declared that his entire Castle could be constructed using these four words, and nothing more, except the Dynamic Usage these words would be put to. Furthermore, Slabs would be used to create the foundation, Pillars to enclose the walls of Life, Blocks to tie the walls together, and over the Blocks, Beams would tie it all together.

In this fashion, each upper level in the building of the Castle would use the lower level, and subjegate it, but not in such a way as to do it harm. Otherwise, the Castle could not stand. King P also saw that each level in the building would depend upon all the others, and yet each would still be discrete, and able to co-mingle only by going through a sequence of each other.

King P declared that his Castle should be built deep in the mountains, high above the Plain of Substance. This caused little stir in the Kingdom as most of the Subjects knew little of King P, other than his rumoured madness and his fondness for old rye bread. However, Lady D took heed of his words, intrigued at the notion of his Castle in the mountains, and she donated a remote valley for the site of the Castle.

As time went by, more and more Subjects from the Plain of Subtance heard of this visionary Castle in the mountains, and each one that heard of this High Country set out on the journey to it. They each endured many hardships along the way, and ended up there with much baggage.

Almost immediately, arguements broke out among the individuals who arrived, some who insisted on using the Kings edict that only four words be used in the construction, and those who saw no point to it. In fact, soon it was being argued whether only four words even made sense at all. Surely it would be better to use more! Extensions of the Kings four words were advanced, and the spectulative extensions were themselves argued over.

The King, being a bit of a recluse, would not supervise the building of his Castle. From time to time, he would issue proclamations from his homeland, concerning the nature of the Castle and whether it could be changed fundamentally and still survive. Lady D, who was responsible for the supervision of her own large estate, had little time to devote to settling arguements and eventually threw up her hands and abdicated her role as mediator.

Things were in a turmoil. Even though some of the greatest minds from the Plain of Substance had journeyed to help build the Castle, now they all had their own individual ideas of what that Castle should look like and how it should be constructed. A year went by. Some of the workers grew disgusted at the impasse and left, and some simply grew bored and just disappeared one day, never to be seen again.

But new visionaries arrived daily now, at a much faster pace than before. And so Hope grew among the camp, high in the mountains, that one day the Castle would indeed be constructed. For the piles of Slab, Pillars, Blocks and Beams still stood unassembled after a full year of arguements and philosophophizing over how they were to be assembled, or if indeed more words were needed to attempt construction before it was started.

...This is where the story ends, for I am copying it from an old manuscript I rescued from a dumpster, but nevertheless there are pages missing. Perhaps one day I will happen across the complete story and I will then be able to continue!