Sitting across the room making believe that you are not watching my movements. Somewhere in the darkness fairies and elves are charmed by the coyness in our latitude. What day has the light given that we would be refreshed in its basking light akin to the rainwater from above. Peering endlessly at the symbols before me I am convinced in our findings last September. Vital statistics define my fascination and apparent childish to attempt that I don’t feel your eyes burning a hole in my blazer.

Disguising my laughter inside I give my serious best in response to the questions offered with good reason. Why to me everything seems a bit austere makes me want to giggle from the child tucked deep inside my passing. But this is your day not my own though as always I am the blow hard describing what the accolade are missing. One may count upon few things but my ego and the amount of words I have to share shall never give reason or scarcity. Lamely I stand to collect all that debonair clarity that may solely be delivered while standing.

In to the abyss, Gupta finds plenty to challenge our findings with analytics and this carbon or that carbon data he does his best to dismantle the obvious that lays before us. In hawkish resolve he lays out his case as if seeking new funding from Stanford that will bring an end to investigation when he gets it. But we have won, not simply by good thinking but by dedication and relentless resolve to see nothing, no time, treasure or talent squandered by disagreeable academic or bureaucrat. Some things are meant to be and our findings have reached the range of indisputable.

Signed on the dotted line we ventured beyond our own expectation. Putting reason and folly to test forcing both to reveal the measure of truth necessary to convince a room full of skeptics. What frame of mind we assigned our circular selves now that our guesses, hard work and hopes had reached similar conclusion would promptly yield evidence or our character. No longer palsied at my magnificence I am thankful you’ve stepped forward to provide evidence that no one else in this room, country or Earth could assigned. All things considered I find myself once again entranced at your flare for charisma and must take several sips of champagne to whet the desire to cheer and whistle. You’ve done it and this night is yours for celebration, peace and validation of all the times no one believed you.