Time is sempiternal, God is eternal. God is changeless, whereas times change. Change can be of four kinds. But let us not be lead astray, by the wonders of philosophy. Let us focus our piercing schti gaze on the horizon of the West, to see a new star emerging: who although humble in her size and boorish in her origin, will shed her sweet light on the sordid cesspits of digestion and on the deceitful sugarcoated lumps of feces modelled by the apostles of gluttony.
Fratres carissimi and Sorores carissimae , my sisters and brethren, let me introduce you this shrinking violet, Sister Sally, transported to us by her pious family from the deep valleys of sin and youthful yen for forbidden pleasures. She might not be as well-versed in the holy sciences as I am, however her natural abhorrence towards the fruits of the meadows, the birds of the sky and the creatures of the sea, make her a natural clairvoyant in dietary matters.
Welcome, Sister Sally!
