WHERE IT STARTED My name is Jacob Matthias. I write this as I sit upon my wooden chair at my porch, looking over my garden and the ocean blue sky, for which the clouds leisurely strolled. I write this from records for which I have witnessed around the middle of my life, records I believe are so massive, they would be talked about before I depart this world. I know not if this record shall endure to find its place in history, yet I must put it down on paper; that the truth may not fade into legend, nor be stretched by poets into myth. ...
WHERE IT STARTED My name is Jacob Matthias. I write this as I sit upon my wooden chair at my porch, looking over my garden and the ocean blue sky, for which the clouds leisurely strolled. I write this from records for which I have witnessed around the middle of my life, records I believe are so massive, they would be talked about before I depart this world. I know not if this record shall endure to find its place in history, yet I must put it down on paper; that the truth may not fade into legend, nor be stretched by poets into myth. ...