The Genesis of Potato

[pseydtonne]

In the beginning there was dirt. And the dirt was... okay. Nothing great. We would shape the dirt into clods. Then someone found a great clod with hints of roots in it and a shape like an egg. We dreamed that one day, this would be our savior.

Then it came from South America. It was a grand tuber, capable of giving life. On the outside, it looked like the Grand Clod Prophet but it clearly fulfilled the prophesy because it was shining white inside and it made vodka.

Yes, we finally had our New Testament: it is Potato! Soon we had an entire world much better than dirt. We had food, drink, message transmission and even a clumsy surrogate lover.

Oh yes, we have so much more here in America. However, in Russia we had potato. It was as close as us atheists could get to Divine Providence. Also, it fried well.

-this was quem98's idea gone to a logical conclusion, Dante

Comments

[dobrovolets.livejournal.com]

Also, it fried well.

But only at the hands of Peruvians, Greeks and Belgians.

[pseydtonne.livejournal.com]

You are clearly correct in a political sense (kartushka tovaritsoi, the potato of the people if my declension does not fail me). Thus the boiled or distilled potato may be all a nation has at one time. This is a static approach to the potato (phenomenal potato, the ultimate in au gratin).

However, one day all workers, slackers and their potatoes shall be one. The metaphysical sense of potato is desired: the many means to potato consumption shall be tools to the oneness of potato. We may all have the tools of seeing the potato and keeping it from being mere 'potatoe': that is, a crippled fiction of potato too warped to be visited as a reality. One-dimensional 'potatoe' shall not do.