Ash Wednesday brings the reminder that "dust thou art, and unto dust
thou shalt return." What better day to go to the dentist and find out
that my teeth are returning to dust long before the rest of me. When
I die and my body is turned into ashes, will the thousands of
dollars' worth of inorganic stuff in my mouth survive?
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Time for a Luther-like meditation on dying every day to sin? On death
in the midst of life? On flossing regularly?
I am definitely not going to consider how life is like going to the
dentist. I'd rather forget that I've been there.
It's time to bake some Hot Cross Buns. Yeast is better than decay.
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