Breaking your arm is physically risky, but I would recommend it. This is a question of embracing the darkness to know the light. If all it takes to worship the wonders of our two hands, which are miraculously crafted to do everything from caress your lover to caress your keyboard. Button your jeans. Untwist the olive jar. Rip open the paper enclosing a tea bag. Much less sports — skateboarding with friends and riding bikes all over town. Much less homesteading — digging holes in the forest and putting fenceposts in. If what it takes to appreciate the wild joy of all that is a fracture of the right radius — I’ll do it.
In other news, I can still walk, and the trees are in bloom.