Hallelujah, was the song. Alleluia rose from me, at the memory of all those year ago, and the feeling of being on the verge of existence…

In some ways, Chapter Seventeen is an enigma isn't it. So I've tried to set out a few premises to show the spaces I think it starts to illuminate.

Secular priests with pie servers. They're doing their best. But the pie was never the big picture, because it's a pie.