A Learned Huguenot expounds and illumines the Mystery and Marvel of the Trailer of Optimus Prime
Many learned men have made known the belief, with a love of righteousness, that when the Autobot Optimus Prime alters his appearance from that of a Metal Chariot to that of a Mechanical Man, his Trailer does slip away into some Nameless and Unknown Void, a Void from which the Trailer is retrievable at the Autobot’s whim.
It would be vain to deny that I have some small Knowledge with which to instruct Lovers of Righteousness in the Arcane Machinations of the Uncharted and the Unhitched. For where doth the Bishop of Rome’s be-jeweled miter flee when he lays upon the silken pillows his undressed head?
Truly, the destiny of the trailer is one with that of Men and of Angels. In vain we ask, “Where is the Trailer?” for in the Real Presence of the Trailer, the Spirit truly unites things separated by space. Joined in Spirit, the righteous are found in, with, and under the Trailer of Optimus Prime, for as Augustine himself hath said, “no one bears away from this Sacrament more than is gathered with the vessel of faith.”
It could be said that it is through the Body, through the lubricating Fluid, that one faces the Mystery and beholds in its majesty the trinity of Optimus Prime, his trailer, and Roller.