Wherein lies the truth about sprinkles?
It's a matter of fact, a sprinkle'sæk is only as good as the donut it sits upon.
Or is it the donut that makes the sprinkle shine?
Is it merely a glaze that's been applied with care, or a fundamental aspect of our being?
We must question the nature of the glaze, for it is the very essence of the treat.
Do the holes hold the key to our existence, or are they merely a means to an end?
Are we searching for the whole, or merely the parts that make it whole?