Sometimes I feel like a Hobbit -and not a young Hobbit. I like the Shire; it’s cozy. But one day a tall man talked to me about going on an adventure. Then dwarves showed up and ate everything in the pantry.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Toward the bright mountains… but first we turn left and go through some valleys and forests and meet beings you are not familiar with. Some good, some not. But you won’t be alone. ”
“And how will this turn out?”
“Here’s the Book. Read it yourself.”