Cake is the food of luxury, of sophistication and class. It is an art, and the truly great cakes must be sculpted and created by the hands of an artist, someone who faithfully recognizes the beauty and delicate magnificence of the dessert before them. A real cake is the food of the gods, historically appreciated only by those of refined taste and finesse. In today's culture, the purity, the perfection of cake has been soiled by the filth of mass-production, their brutish, childlike hands mashing this sweet rosebud of sugar and cream. It has contaminated the image of cake, tricking those who do not know any better into believing that there is an alternative that even comes close: cake's lesser, inferior brother, pie.
Pie is barbaric in comparison to cake. Ah, it may be enjoyable upon the palette, but alas! It lacks the same level of presentation, and limits the creativity and genius that cake opens the door to. Though many poor, confused souls appear to love it, it does not change the fact that cake is the true king of dessert, the emperor of sweets, a god amongst mere pastries.