While reading the Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, I realized it had a lack of quotable verses to counter the other insidious verses of false belief. When people quoted something from their false holy books, I felt the distinct lack of language and FSM poetic literature to oppose them. One day while thinking about why the FSM, in all his glory made me feel this want, his Noodlyness’ Appendage hit me like a beam of light. It was revealed to me that it was I who should write the Pastavad Gita with the grand pronouncements of the FSM. After these revelations, His Noodlyness commanded: WRITE. And out sprang the Pastavad Gita, the song of the Pastafaris.