Quaesivi (Piers)

Figliolino,
° While it’s true that you’ve landed in high cotton, and higher to come, it must be acknowledged that the field itself lies so very low that tidewater laps its very edge.
° So you’d better just slip inside Sant’ Ephaistiano while nobody’s looking--you know how intolerant infidels are--and celebrate the Dormition of la Guadalupe. The Tournemire would do just fine . . . .
° And then why not hire Joel (“ah Joel”--yes, Tex Tyler was entertaining at Trattoria Coloreproibito the other night, no Cowboy in sight) to set the proper Lectio?

In omnibus requiem quaesivi . . . .
Qui creavit me, requievit in tabernaculo meo . . . .

((Nota bene: here’s the entire dispute between Rome and the da Vinci Codesque Gnostics. They claimed that Σοφια, having emanated from God, gave Virgin birth to the deficient tribal god (JahwehSabaoth) of the Jews. While we Americans affirm with Rome that Σοφια, aka la Guadalupe, gave birth to the allsufficient Sun.))

Quasi cedrus exaltata sum in Libano,
et quasi cypressus in monte Sion.
Quasi palma exaltata sum in Cades,
et quasi plantatio rosae in Jericho.
Quasi oliva speciosa in campis,
et quasi platanus exaltata sum juxta aquam in plateis.
Sicut cinnamomum, et balsamum aromatizans odorem dedi;
quasi myrrha electa dedi suavitatem odoris.

Joel nothing--any cottonpicker in any field in the world could set those words to fragrant musick.

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° Though yes, certainly Joel. For if you use the infidels’ money to pay for a platinum setting, how sweet that would be.
° Not at all as our rulers use our own tax money to pay for cheating us at home and for murdering babies in Libano and points East.

° Picking big green worms off the flowering tobacco, Giac.