Welcome. It was time out of mind when all of this began and left John H.D. Lucy, author and adventurer, bereft of words and images to explain his extraordinary circumstances. I, alone, have been called upon to tell his unique and wondrous tale. It is a story of great valor, extreme peril, and beguiling mystique. It is a story worthy only of Lucy himself, one that he should be telling but, due to peculiar circumstances, is unable. Throughout the annals of earthly history there have only been a few who have been able to live through and solely verify the adventures that Lucy has experienced. My great hope and, for that matter, most arduous task is to put down in writing the many travels and travails of this renowned storyteller so that his life story may live on and forever grace the corporate mind of humanity. Like Plato and Herodotus before me, I only tell the tale in the hopes that some few may glean greater wisdom from the horrific and awe-filled trials of this matchless luminary. May God bless his mighty soul.
There is no coherent or even digestible manner to describe the beginnings of Lucy's life. He was alive before he was even born and in existence before that existence mattered. He was a thought and feeling on the very face, brain, and psyche of his loving parents. He sat there, night after night, as a rumination in their very souls, clawing his way into his own physical actuality. As I said, there is no easy way to describe the manifestation of one so highly favored and one so enigmatic; however, it is possible to tell the initial tale, the genesis story as it may have been witnessed at that time and by those people. But I must warn you: This is not a fairy tale for small children at night or even for the nice, old, wizened neighbor who asks for the recent scuttlebutt by the water fountain. No, no...this is a tale of high magic, great devilry, and magnificent salvation. So, ensconce oneself and behold the marvelous yarn of John H.D. Lucy.
There is no coherent or even digestible manner to describe the beginnings of Lucy's life. He was alive before he was even born and in existence before that existence mattered. He was a thought and feeling on the very face, brain, and psyche of his loving parents. He sat there, night after night, as a rumination in their very souls, clawing his way into his own physical actuality. As I said, there is no easy way to describe the manifestation of one so highly favored and one so enigmatic; however, it is possible to tell the initial tale, the genesis story as it may have been witnessed at that time and by those people. But I must warn you: This is not a fairy tale for small children at night or even for the nice, old, wizened neighbor who asks for the recent scuttlebutt by the water fountain. No, no...this is a tale of high magic, great devilry, and magnificent salvation. So, ensconce oneself and behold the marvelous yarn of John H.D. Lucy.