What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or justcrack up with me? I could invent a teakettle that reads in Dad’s voice, so I could fall asleep, or maybe a set of kettles that sings the chorus of “Yellow Submarine, ” which is a song by the Beatles, who I love, because entomology is one of my raisons d’être, which is a French expression that I know. Another good thing is that I could train my anus to talk when I farted. If I wanted to be extremely hilarious, I’d train it to say, “Wasn’t me! ” every time I made an incredibly bad fart. And if I ever made an incredibly bad fart in the Hall of Mirrors, which is in Versailles, which is outside of Paris, which is in France, obviously, my anus would say, “Ce n’étais pas moi! ” What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboard down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war. .Jonathan Safran Foer
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Since the dawn of time, mankind has been trying to figure out how to fix our problems. It can be difficult and can take a long time, but we will eventually find the answer. The same thing happens with our bodies. When we start to feel pain, we want to get rid of it, fast.
However, too fast is not the way to go. We need to make sure that we listen to what our bodies are telling us and give them time to heal. Too many people rush their recovery and end up going back to getting hurt because they went too quickly.
If you break a leg, don't start walking before you know you can. If your foot hurts, don't run a marathon right away. It will take time for you to heal, but if you give yourself enough time, you will eventually be healed and able to do as much as you want again.
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