This new Christian diet is all the rage, the Diet of Worms. The infidels tend to choke on it, as was its design. The doctors of divinity prescribe a bracing tonic of extreme devotion to those in remission. Many long-standing disputes have finally been settled, to the best of our knowledge.
Pantagruel was dubious of the press release, but Panurge cried to open a can.
I’ve tried to dance to the algorithms.
Built my house of adobe with windows looking upon the apple tree.
Babble a virtual google of poetic binaries to the eternal feminine,
as Saint Asimov himself was wont to say.
Decline the oracles to the last figment of my imagination.