Master Wq’s missing name

Contributed by Rafael Beraldo.

One afternoon, Master Wq was meditating under a pine tree. He contemplated how easily the wind moves through leaves and trunks, both moving them and having its course altered by their presence. A student approached and nervously stood by. Having finally mustered all the courage she could, the student said:

“Master Wq, I am troubled by what I have seen.”

The Master looked at her face, and she continued:

“I have mastered movement, I have understood macros, I am familiar with the source and have not touched vimscript. I have followed your every advice, ruminated on every teaching. Yet, there is something I cannot understand. Nowhere in Vim have I found your name. Never has anybody thanked you in the help pages. How can that be? The greatest of all Vim masters, unknown to all? In a desperate last try, I ran :Wq and the terminal screamed at me:

E492: Not an editor command: Wq.

My heart is drowned in doubt, and I am ashamed to admit that.”

Master Wq looked away. After a few moments, he said:

“You think you have committed a great sin. However, the breeze still follows its path, the leaves make their usual sound and the sky is no greyer.”

As the great master spoke this, with a sharp pebble he wrote in the dirt:

command! Wq wq