On your way to the great everyday, take with you a prayer of hope from me to you. You don't pray, but hold it close, anyway. Keep it by your heart, because when you start to fall, the paper becomes a parachute, mighty as you wish and gentle as a puddle stream.
Look at the pretty picture in the background. Don't worry about the words. They were written by me for you, but they can be bypassed by the eye. Invisible ink sufficed for the message unavoidable and the protection indestructible.