Toast To An Unknown Progeny

Up and down the line ahead or far behind, reality is faithful to a vision, that is a pathway of its very own. Any truth engendered is unique; parallel be damned. Yet reciprocal of leadership. it then confirms and celebrates what was, what is, what is to come. Always, birth and death move forth and back in concert, tumbling, resurrecting, tracing paradise, then joyfully advancing once again--and to what end? Yours to ascend and yours to overcome. Immortality is yours; the line is straight, that eternal reciprocity assures your right to speak, to carry on--the you, the I, the pulsing, throbbing, exultant mastery of presence soaring into life. You are the stimulus, the dream, the reason for it all. And so, glasses raised, a toast ...to you! ~