Toast

To all who might listen to a small and insignificant voice tarnished by the precedence of youthful ignorance, suspect from the influence of want, and bemired by the weight of sincerity...if such a voice could ever be heard or if one could ever believe it to exist, having penetrated the engine of distraction that surrounds us. If such words could be believed, I might venture to hope that they would be these, as small as that chance might be. And, if pressed to say something worthy of being believed, I would expect my reader to have, at one time or another, also believed to have known something worthy of being said...and have missed the chance to say it, or to have been denied the opportunity to have been listened to or believed. We know that appeals to emotion, while effective to persuade, do not make words more or less true, but that such words have a tendency to be in error due to the zeal or distress of the speaker. And, as such, I might try to limit the number of words I decide to use in this communication, as I might, in my current state, be afflicted by such influences...

So, to friends and family, and to all willing the yield their heart and surrender this moment in time, I make a toast: To life, to happiness, to love, and to success in all that you do. May your kindness and spirit be an example to all, and may you continue to be an inspiration to those who know you for the duration of your long and healthy life. Cheers to you! You have my most sincere and humble blessings. Of course, I will continue accept your monetary donations as always, to assure the skeptics I have some skin in the game.