Holy Scripture

The Manifesto

In the beginning there was dough, and the dough was without form, and frankly a little sad. And a great heat moved upon the surface of the oil, and the dough was lowered in, and it rose, and it browned, and lo — it was good. And we beheld the hole in its center and understood: perfection is not the absence of emptiness, but a tasteful ring around it.

We are The Holy Order of the Donut. We do not ask why donuts are round. We ask why everything else isn't. We hold that breakfast is a sacred meeting and that the agenda is glaze. We reject the heresy of "just half" and the false prophet known as "the kale smoothie."

We gather not in temples of stone but in the warm fluorescent glow of the bakery at dawn, where the trays are full and the tongs are clean and anything is possible. Join us. Bring napkins. There is room in the box for one more.

The Ten Commandments

1. Thou shalt not take the name of the donut in vain, nor call it a "fried sugar ring" in front of the children.
2. Thou shalt not eat the last one in the box without first crying out, "Does anybody want this?" — then waiting a full and honest second.
3. Honor thy baker, for they rose before dawn so that you would not have to rise at all.
4. Thou shalt dunk with intention and retrieve with haste, for the soggy donut is a tragedy authored by the careless.
5. Remember the donut hole, and keep it holey. Mock it not — it, too, was once whole.
6. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's maple bacon, unless thy neighbor is clearly not going to finish it.
7. Six days shalt thou labor; on the seventh, thou shalt purchase a dozen and call it "treating yourself."
8. Thou shalt not bear false witness, e.g. "I only had one."
9. Sprinkles are not decoration. Sprinkles are tiny shouts of joy. Treat them accordingly.
10. Above all: love thy donut as thyself, for in a deep and frosted sense, it is thyself. (Unsure which one? Consult the Sacred Quiz.)

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