Welcome and thank you to have come today to our virtual building, generously lended by the Monthy Python. Please, do not seat on no-thing, apparently we have lost one or two dragons...and I am sure you wouldn't like to try them while seating on their tails. Or any part of them.

We hare here today to celebrate one of "us", par'ticularly for the most important award of our Institute, I named the Never Ended Carrion Award.

  The London Institute of Pataphysics  was established in 2000 and this Award was distributed only 2 times. The first one was, of course, dedicated to Shakespear, whose texts have been eaten by an impressive amount of zombie-writers. And the second one to Denton Welch, whose literary output may reach one day the incomprehensible level of the Bible thanks to the collective overlays of minorities pride.

But let's focus on The Royal Dog that is awarded today. We don't have any tracks of any of his texts today, still we recognize him as he had led Cynicism to its logical extremes and came to be seen as the archetypal Cynic philosopher, long before Carl Gustav Jung played with his own, archetypes I mean...

He died in 323 B.C., and we still speak about his texts we don't have. How could we have not awarded him the Never Ended Carrion Award? Maybe we should even have created for him alone. Something like "The Never Ended Virtual Carrion"...?

Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything that can hear me or read me, or eat me, please...Eat one more time his name right now: Diogenes of Sinope!!!

He is the virual cornucopia of our dreams. A dog we still eat the virtual flesh without having a single bark from him, how insightful a career...and a carrion. I even heard that Jesus was jealous of him...