"The various cracks in our vessel of self heal themselves as if we're endowed with certain formerly latent mutant powers, to be later enhanced by the introduction of adamantium throughout our fragile meat's less abstract framework.
Okay, maybe not the adamantium.
Maybe the adamantium's a bit much to hope for.
But another year's gone by, and our knees are not what they used to be when we were younger and could run like deer, and it sure would be nice."
-- Wayne Alan Brenner, who happens to be a friend of mine.