Break the eggs with a fork until the whites are the size of a finger joint and the yolks are well dispersed. Convulsions shake the terrain as the rock is churned by moving continental shelves, forming new magmas and exciting rich new compounds. Life spreads in colonies across the jumbled terrain. First the dull rust of mustard and paprika, then the rich green of the pickle relish. The chemical changes bring wonderful new scents and textures.
Salt is added, and the mixture tasted briefly.
Another pinch of salt, and it is sampled again. These events do not occur by themselves. There is an intelligence to them, an inevitable rhythm to their execution.