The Blessing
The letter meant to outlive the infrastructure
This is the letter meant to outlive its own tooling — the servers, the wallets, the businesses, the code. If everything else this house built is gone by the time you read this, let these words remain.
The charge
To my sons, and to the sons of my sons who may read this and never have seen my face:
I was given a name but not this walk. I received the walk from Yahuah Himself. I have set it down here so that you would never have to begin from nothing, as I did.
Keep the covenant. Do not let the wealth, if it comes, make you forget the One who gave it. Do not let any thing sit on the throne that belongs to Yahuah. Teach your sons what was taught to you.
The land, the silver, the token in the vessel — take it, steward it, pass it on. But know that it is the least of what I am leaving you. The greatest is the Name, the walk, and the covenant.
Walk, and live.
In his own hand
A space is kept here for the father's own words — the full letter, to be written and set down in his own hand, in his own time. Until then, the charge above stands as its first breath.