Roast in peace they say, Let's send a Toast to our Roast. The Toast of faces passes by the Countenance of David Nobody. With wires attached to the mouth which lead to the matrix, the grid, the array of collective emotion to be spoon fed by the Fed. The universe speaks when the Warhol wig is removed, a happy accident or a cryptic foreshadowing. This is an existential Maypole.