Ben, when this is over, you will miss it.

So don’t you dare complain. Remember Björk?

That song played in your head just now, didn’t it?

Remember who you are, Ben. You’re the stork.

And did that Angel cry when he had to descend to Earth?

Did his wingéd sandals hang on Saturn at your birth?

Did his caduceus go limp?

Or is he using it on you?

Don’t you dare complain, my Boy.

You’re going to make it through.