A toast to Death and Consequences. Time will show that you are words to live by. Wise men know that you are words to build by. Man may have chosen to forget you but I know you have not forgotten them. For inaction is still action and actions breathe consequences. Lost in their wants they grip tightly to what hands them over to death. To the fall of the ignorant walls build to keep you out, they will only crumble in the face of your necessity. I raise my glass in your honour, as you patiently wait to reintroduce yourself. To Death and Consequences in all your beauty.