Introduction

Tom Wimble was a simple man. Not at all more complex than his three syllable name might suggest. He drank nothing stronger than caffeinated soda, looked in both directions before crossing the one way, and wore white socks with everything. He didn't think much. When he did his thoughts were a dull procession of 10 point Times New Roman rather than the ripe, whirling dervishes of the gifted.


Tom Wimble's world was black and white and he always thought it would remain such. Indeed, he had never conceived that it could be otherwise. That is, until November 12th, 2007- the day he was startled into consciousness by the brilliancy beyond......