Ode to the Humble Egg
It's not an existential question of which came first. What's important is that it arrived—the humble egg. That gloriously simple food. An orb of possibility. Ready to be cracked, scrambled, poached, fried, and baked. Served sunny side up, folded over easy, vigorously hard boiled, whisked into peaks, and beaten into flour and sugar.
A life source—what great things have been hatched from within a smooth shell.
Only time will tell.