I dream that I am a sack of potatoes giving birth to the concept of joy.
All will love my potatojoy baby.
All will dismay as my child is torn to shreds by the vicissitudes of a cruel and capricious world- possibly my child will form some sort of chips of jubilation, or a mash of euphoria.
I don’t know.
It’s just a dream.
Don’t take everything so seriously.