And who is the one who's hair needs drying?
The dryer is rather loud, but once you're reclining in abundant comfort for a few minutes, it's easy to get used to.
And let us not underestimate our natural gifts! This gift of adaptability, so shrewdly deduced by that most esteemed beacon of scientific observation, Charles Darwin, is none other than the exalted mechanism we refer to as evolution.
A tear comes to the eye that truly beholds the beauty of evolution; the majestic simplicity of that constant striving that runs throughout all beings, propels them to develop, to grow in complexity and capability, to blossom, to adapt to the sweltering heat of desert summers and the bitter cold of antarctic winters. To seek to improve and perfect our selves, and be reborn in infinite variety, one life leading to the next. Evolution, from our lofty seat atop your ladder, we bow down to your boundless wonder.
But let the wise human never forget: the same adaptability without which we would not be here at this particular electron-dusted corner of information - reading today what was written yesterday and carrying it into tomorrow - will make our ears deaf to reality once our posteriors sink into the noisy comfort of that padded chair.