Are the eggs a reflection of a fractured state of mind that the cook inevitably accepts to be truth? Is it an allegory to ones effort in day to day being messy yet delicious at the end? Who knows. The Cook just wants his Eggs.
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Are the eggs a reflection of a fractured state of mind that the cook inevitably accepts to be truth? Is it an allegory to ones effort in day to day being messy yet delicious at the end? Who knows. The Cook just wants his Eggs.