Once, and only once; there was a man of true greatness. Born was he stranded of any working senses, so that his single comprehension rang only of himself. With no outside input his understanding of what he was and who he was stood at a solid, unshakable height. Because of his unique condition and the attention it received, efforts at changing him into a functional being shown perfectly fruitful. Everything that was nothing recovered for him at once. Making a saturation of data itself a form of blindness. But out of the blindness of seeing for the first time, truth flowed in him, and he knew what he must do more naturally than his first unaided breath. With the strength of a head unburdened by the follies of man he rose higher above any mortal, god, or idea to create a gift more precious than life itself. So ends the story of how chocolate pudding came into existence.