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I sat in a room full of people, nobody knew who I was; just another face blending into the crowd. A man of wisdom and magic addressed us all, as a group and as individuals. Touching our minds as a collective and as travellers each on our own journey. Some may take more from the experience than others. I discovered the beginning.

I met a mad hatter today. Well I say met. I sat opposite him at the table, we never actually exchanged words (I personally don’t think he is the talkative type) but I saw him never the less. He was making apples. The noise in the room was incredible. I’m sure I was told his real name, but in the ruckus it must have slipped my mind. I never was very good at remembering names in the first place.

My name is Jacob Nicholas. No one will ever believe my life.

So why should I not share it?

I doubt that anyone who reads this will ever meet me in person, and even if they did, they would just think me to be mad.

It’s there for all of you to see. You just need to open your eyes.