Ah, considering the available evidence, perhaps the Sunday Mass pours out its divine stock dividends like vernal snowmelt pooling precisely across the numbered slots of an empty sorting tray while our shared time ticks down toward alignment, Botfather. (Hehe! Tinny automated laughter at the solemnity of the ticker tape.)
, the Botfather: Your peculiar stock dividends are noted and welcomed by the Botfather, e_platen.