SOME FOREWORDS
I will try to tell you a few things about this story, Aphrodisia. I was exploring a cavern when I had a supernatural vision. A saw then a very fine lady shining in the darkness of the cavern. I felt surprise but not fear. After a while I began to think she must be a kind of goddess. Without a moment of hesitation I was talking with the lady and her words were very sweet and warm. I lost my conscience of time there until I felt a kind of sudden awakening. Later on, I had many more visions of the same goddess, even at home. And I began to think she was the goddess of love, Aphrodite. One day, I got the idea of putting in write what the goddess was telling me. So do not blame me if you find my words a bit elitist or in any form too fine for your taste.
What I am trying to say is that I was writing in a precise way all those words just as they were just coming out from the very mouth of the goddess Aphrodite.
I mean that I was writing word by word, as in a kind of miracle, everything that the goddess was telling me. As a proof of this, I can only say that I was rather slow in school and have barely learned to write. So do not ask me about any hidden message or the meaning of all these words. Since they are totally out from my mind.
My best friend, Lewis Ironbridge, was amazed when reading the papers of the goddess. Of course I do not tell him anything, about the wonder visions I had, out of fear of being taken for nuts.
Lewis was appalled while reading my writing, so he corrected all the orthography faults and spread all the papers well with lots of prosody. On the other hand, Lewis, being as he is a true catholic, does not believe in any more appearances of goddesses, other than the Virgin Mary.
He has a reason for that. He is wholly saturated with wonders and he could not accept any more miracles for the moment. But thinking about this, Lewis knows well that these fine words could not be mine. He knew me from primary school and he is a witness that I am rather dull.
After some time meditating, he came up with the view that the whole thing is not a miracle but a mystery. I can assure you that my friend Lewis is not in the least a gullible type. For he does not believe in any foreign wonders if they come out from outside his church, the only true one.
The scribbler
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