What is the point of this story? It merely shows that though one may be living under a delusion (love; the belief that one is an egg), if one finds the complementary part of it (a lover like Chloe under a similar delusion; a piece of toast) then all may be well. Delusions are not harmful in themselves; they only hurt when one is alone in believing in them, when one cannot create an environment in which they can be sustained. So long as both Chloe and I could preserve the yolk of love intact, what did it matter quite what the truth was?
