Toast dies younger than us. Toast has no temper. Toast has no enemies except itself. Toast is real, not vicarious like dead people. What goes on the toast is not toast.
Toast give dignity to the insulted and injured of the earth.
Toast is the mask of no thing. Toast is a universe. Toast is itself and other than itself. Paths, whether ramified, sloped or bewitching, do not unfold like that which is unfolded between toast and us. Toast is a planet revolving around itself.