I have nothing "scientific" or explanatory or "insightful" to offer. I've always found dentistry to be barbaric. And I've lived in terror of dentists. As a youn

I have nothing "scientific" or explanatory or "insightful" to offer. I've always found dentistry to be barbaric. And I've lived in terror of dentists. As a youngster, I, without guidance, stumbled onto using electric toothbrushes through my own devising. I did not brush properly, on the assumption that the technology I was using, and using it in a way I thought best of it, was the way to properly brush teeth, as opposed to the dentist's recommended methods. My mistake, whups. But within a year's time (age 10-11), I developed 13 cavities. I was devastated. For years I have lived with a slip-up in my formative years, and am still living with that mistake, stupidity, etc. But THIS excites me extremely. Daily I live with empty, squishy graves where two upper canines on each side used to LIVE. The "grave" analogy is not mine. I sought sympathy from a friend one day, as I confessed to him my difficult decision to have the teeth removed. But I agreed with his words. And I felt a kind of bereavement. Daily I feel it, and it affects my work. I feel declawed. Detuned. Constantly I question my competence based on my linguistic performance, as the procedure has re-introduced my lisp. (I wouldn't dare give presentations on HTML5 and advancing technologies to corporateheads in this state now.) I'm sure millions of others would be liberated if they could regain those portions of their minds that their teeth or lack thereof distract them from. I will follow this science, and try to understand it.