My body functions perfectly and properly.

A tree that grows around a fence wire is not damaged in any way that stops it being a tree. It takes the wire in and keeps going.

Bodies work like that more often than not — the old ankle sprain that changed your gait by a fraction, the tooth crowned in 2011, the scar tissue that decided to be there. None of it is a failure of the design. It is the design.

Functioning properly has never meant unmarked. The whole arrangement still holds you up and gets you as far as Thursday.