Butter. The title of this one is Butter. This is Rig Veda 458. Butter. The wave of honey
arose out of the ocean, mingling with the stock. It became the elixir of immortality.
That is the secret name of butter. Tongue of the gods. Naval of immortality. We will
proclaim the name of butter. I'm not making this up. Come check it out. Come check it
out right after the service. We will sustain it in the sacrifice by bowing low when it
has been pronounced. Let the Brahmin priest hear it. The four-horned buffalo has let it
slip out. Four horns. Three feet has he. Two heads and seven hands has he. Bound threefold
the bull bellows. The great god has entered mortals. In the cow, the gods found the butter
that had been divided into three parts. Okay, I don't think we have time to finish this
one. Look, I love butter. But that's, yeah, that's too much. I don't love butter that
much. I don't worship butter. I mean, I don't use margarine, but come on. Seriously?