A Toast

There is an infinitessimal moment that precedes all greatness - the second the pen marks the page, or the paint brush spots colour on the canvas, or the singer breathes in before filling the room with song, or the hammer strikes in the starter's gun. It is a magic-filled moment that turns a pure possiblity - a clear space - into a unique creation.

The moment is just a beginning. One colour splotch does not a masterpiece make. But every eventual masterpiece depends on that transformational moment and that primary action. And that action, once taken, cannot be undone and almost invariably calls for more similar actions.

Here's to the moment of conception. The beginning. The spark that starts the fire. And here's to taking the steps that follow that first magical action.