As I entered the cave I had been searching for, the Crystal cave of Truth, a thundering voice spoke to me!
'Do you wish to know, with crystal clear clarity, what is really real?
Even if that means shattering the enchanted mirror that feeds you comfortable lies?
About your greatness,…
Once upon a time, there was a storyteller. He had a beard like Santa Claus and a head full of stories. Nobody knew how old he was. His jacket was well-worn and threadbare, his shoes broken.