Think about it. You take a perfectly good egg, apply heat, and suddenly it becomes a completely different substance with the structural integrity of a damp sponge.
What happened to the liquid? Where did the shell's authority end and the egg's identity begin?
And why does the chicken get to decide when the egg is real?
I once ate a boiled egg and briefly remembered being a dinosaur.
I have not been the same since.
The yolk knows what I did.