Who is Ogma?

Well he's the best of course, he is not only The Champion of the Gods but The Giver of the Best Gifts!

You may be thinking to yourself: What?! How is this possible? What gifts could he have possibly given? And to who?!

Asked all in startled disbelief I'm quite sure.

Well then, I will tell you.

Ogma; one of many Gods beloved by the Gaels, looked upon his people and saw them beset with great confusion and sorrow and of course the great anger that comes with such confusion. So he brought to them the greatest of gifts in an effort to stop them from making war on each other, so that they might make war and raid others instead; as a man truly should.

He brought to them the Perfect Language so that they might communicate in the most eloquent of ways. Words yes; but also everything that comes with those words, ideas. His gift allowing them to communicate their deepest of thoughts and emotions accurately, as language is more than words alone. True language; the fullness of it, you see, is supplemented and communicated through the additional use of facial expressions, body language, tone of voice and inflection which includes the very cadence of the words uttered. This combination can make a true man sing with pure joy or equally fling him into a sudden and murderous rage!

Such is the power of his gift.

As if language itself were not enough he also gave us the perfect music, it's secret is in every song ever written or should be writ by our people and can be heard everywhere across our many lands. This gift, this joy, this deepest of sorrows is revealed through the lilt and reel. Surely you have detected its presence in nearly every song you have ever heard; that is if you know what you are listening to.

But let us not forget the best of the best gifts. A gift which most sadly we did not care for nearly enough... The written word. In this written language you could write anything! Of course you could craft simple words but more importantly it was possible to write the birds song, and how it warbles out across the land. You could accurately describe the babble of the rushing brook telling its secrets of the fishes and weeds. If one so desired he could even write maps and coordinates describing the finest detail of a land so far away as to boggle the mind. This most beautiful of gifts we named for him in his honor, Ogham. But most sadly we lost the knowledge of its use. And so through our arrogance and self importance we are left with nothing but to mourn this forgotten beauty.

But! You must go now, after all we both have much to do and do not have time to be gally waggin all day.