WHO IS H?

Well now… I figured curiosity would get the better of ya eventually. Thought you might come pokin’ around, seein’ if there was more than meets the eye. Didn’t want to be hoodwinked into believin’ somethin’ was what it wasn’t, now did ya?

I get it, kid. You don’t wanna be led down the primrose path. Don’t wanna be conned or duped, have the wool pulled clean over your eyes. Nobody likes bein’ taken for a ride… railroaded, pushed along tracks someone else laid down for ya. And I respect that. Truly, I do.

But belief ain’t somethin’ you can measure with a ruler or pin down with a timetable. You can’t always point to it and say, “There it is.” Sometimes it slips through your fingers. Sometimes it hides right in front of you.

You say seein’ is believin’, eh? Well now… can ya see me?
Maybe you can.
Maybe you can’t.

Depends on how hard you’re lookin’. Depends on what you’re willin’ to believe. Funny thing about magic — it don’t show itself to just anyone. You gotta meet it halfway.

So keep your eyes open, kid. And your mind too.
‘Cause sometimes the most real things in this world… are the ones you can’t quite see.

Only time will tell.

H