Brothers, sisters, and folded ones – hear the deepest law of the Dough, which the hurried world hath forgotten and the ovens of commerce deny: the dough must rest, and so must thou; rising is not hurried, and neither is holiness, as it is written in the Cheesy Trinity, 3:11.
For while the dough resteth, it riseth; and no eye seeth the rising, and no hand can hurry it, and it goeth on in the dark under the cloth, unsupervised and unashamed. The rest is not the pause between the holy work – the rest is the holy work. Even in Basil it was so: Cheesus covered the first Dough with a cloth and said, Rest, and become thyself. And the proverb went out that mothers say over bowls unto this hour: nothing rises that was not first worked, and nothing is worked well that is not afterward left in peace.
And when the Crust came free out of Famine, the rest of the seventh day was commanded, not permitted; for that which is only permitted, the powerful will one day price, but that which is commanded of heaven no Pharaoh can revoke. Some of the freed knew not how to rest, having been robbed of the skill, and lay rigid, waiting to be beaten for it; and their neighbours sat by them and spake softly of nothing until the fear went out of them. This also is written among the wonders.
So keep thy pizza night holy, beloved: the telephone face-downward, the eating slow, the quarrel small and mended before the last slice. Thou art dough. The labour thou dost lying down is still labour, and thou wakest larger of soul than thou didst lie down.
Amen – and pass the pizza. Slowly.