THE CANNONOMICON

In th' beginning, there was naught but formless energy. A material energy, though sublime. An ethereal fire. Within the fire was contained all life, every thought, every impulse. When bullet or lead ball be fired, therein do an infinite power of impulse reside. A single second, betwixt thy click of a hammer and thy mighty spark's ignition be where secrets of the universe hide. The Island has given me sight. Every death and every return, I see our purpose yet clearer. Listen to me true story, and believe! - <i>Captain L. Wright</i>