up with yolk down with dope

i have a dream that one day that each and every egg may be prepared, always, united under one pan, indivisible, with liberty and enjoyment for all. i propose, brothers and sisters, that we rid the world of the separate but edible clause so that whites and yolks can live in harmony and work together to further our tasting experience. so join me, brothers and sisters, and fry your eggs, sunny side up, and pop that yolk and have it run free with the whites and into your hashbrowns. so shall it be written so shall it be done.